On some dark night, it will take you.

It will find you –

It will make you

Into something that you're not –

Then that will be all you've got.

It will capture you and bind you,

Will ensnare you

And entwine you –

As you scream, pleading in vain,

It will torture you again.

And a fog of darkness creeping

Will consume you,

Leave you weeping –

Once it's finished, you will be

Bent and broken – just like me.