I flick the coin into the well

And down it went, straight into hell

I hope the wish I made comes true

That demons will come after you

Bloody fingers, murder, Mary

All these myths you thought were scary

We both know they won’t come true

But demons will come after you

Little demons in you eyes

Little demons telling lies

Bigger demons on your bed

Putting nightmares in your head

As your heart rate speeds its pace

And all the color leaves your face

You hope these nightmares won’t come true

A cloak of fear draped over you

A bead of sweat rolls down your brow

You better say your last prayer now