I walk through Camden town in the evening, strolling silently and hardly breathing. Footsteps behind me slightly quicker, the corner of my eye a shadowy flicker. I wonder if he's after my soul again tonight. Stops to whisper with the shadows but still keeps me in his sight. I shout at passing strangers but they don't seem aware, don't want to get involved in my spiritual affair. Tonight my fears are growing worse and worse. I feel him brewing up an evil curse. I sense a chill creep up my spine I want to scream but only whine because I know it can't be true mind's gone now legs it's up to you. I wonder if he's after my soul again tonight. Stops to whisper in the shadows but still keeps me in his sight. I shout at passing strangers but they don't seem aware, don't want to get involved in my spititual affair I try to accept him as my partner. He still makes cold his manic laughter. But every time I try to turn around he throws my fears and makes no sound he stirs them to the ground. Acheing muscles, puff and pant I run. To stagger home and hide behind my mum. But even when I'm safely in my bed. I know that he is waiting in my head. I wonder if he's after my soul again tonight. Stops to whisper in the shadows but still keeps me in his sight. I shout at passing strangers but they don't seem aware, don't want to get involved in my spiritual affair.