When you're slipping down, down, down
Anything is the nearest threat
When you're slipping down, down, down
Dark is the Light and you can't touch the bottom
Faces all around, round, round
one smiles at you in just the wrong way
Gets you thinking you're not as safe as you were
That locking your door won't cut it anymore
Seems like the worst is just round the corner
What is wrong with me?
