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| late at night when i'm in my bed i hear a voice in my head i know what it is it's the flat man trying to get in i can't run away i'll fall over my heart is racing time's getting older his long bony fingers tap on the window i can here him now "let me come in" he shakes my window thta's what it is my teeth are chatering he' getting in it shakes my hands it's eats my brain i can't get away now i'm not the same i forget my friends and my family the ones i love lord can you help me? it won't go away i feel like crying the pains intence lord am i dying oh the flat man, he got in i can't breathe i can't think, but my brain is racing around in my head there's nothing i can do |
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| a long time ago when i a kid my grand father gave me a book called The Flat Man. it was a childrens book by Moria Kemp about a little boy who's scared of the flat man comming in his room at night and getting him. my grandfather was diagnosed with parcensence disease when i was young and in my early teens the sickness started to take it's tole on his health. "the flat man" was written for my grandfather. the flat man, symbolizing the disease, ended up getting to my grandfather and he died in april of 2oo4. "the flat man" a tribute to him though it is a more dark song. but as the second song that i had written i wasn't very sure of how else to personify this cosmic being (the song). |
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