Dark

This is a metaphorical song about being bullied.

Mama
The monsters dragged me here,
My white shirt is stained with tears,
And blood drizzled from the point,
Where vampires sucked me out of joint.
I pulled out a knife from my back blades.

Mama
The monsters dragged me here,
Gripped me with the claws of fear,
A werewolf bit me on the head,
... Said she, “You talk and you’ll be dead”.
I nodded my head obediently and listened.

But, I’m not afraid of the dark,
Where the monsters hide like spiders,
They’re afraid that I know that they’re in there.
They’re afraid that I know that they’re in there.

Mama
The monsters dragged me here,
So that they could point and leer,
So that they could bring me down,
So that I could be their clown.
I changed slowly into the unrecognisable.
Mama
The monsters dragged me here,
They asked that I adhere,
To their nasty, twisted rules,
Where we would hunt for happy fools.
Much that was good in me wallowed in guilt.

But, I’m not afraid of the dark,
Where the monsters hide like spiders,
They’re afraid that I know that they’re in there.
They’re afraid that I know that they’re in there.

Of the gossips and the spies; of the rumours and the lies.

Mama,
An angel brought me out,
When I was full of doubt,
She cut my shackles free,
Held my hand; said she: “Come with me!”
I was surprised to find that angel was the better side of me.
The better side of me.