They keep creepin' towards the door My stomach twists Like a worm beneath the lure My heartbeat skips Like a phonograph Old machines weren't built to last But they keep creepin' towards the door They keep creepin' towards the door Their bodies reek like they're carrying a corpse Their footsteps creak, as they circle in And the power's running thin- no i didnt copy paste that. i cant be bothered to finish it