You better run
You better hide
You better pray
They're not inside

Footsteps outside in the fallen leaves
Laying on the floor clinging to your knees
Asking yourself 'is this just a dream?
Could that thing's eyes be real?

So lock your door
And shut it tight!
They're going to feast
On this town tonight

Footsteps outside in the fallen leaves.
Laying on the floorclinging to your knees.
Asking yourself 'is this just a dream'?
Could that thing's eyes be real?

Am I the only survivor
Of this massacre?
Am I the only survivor
Of this massacre?
Am I the only survivor
Of this massacre?
Am I the only survivor,
Or this, massacre