Phobia
Cole Wagner
Restless and out of time
You run away with all of your might
But there's no escape 'cause your soul is mine
Now you will fear the night
(Fear the night)
(Fear the night)
(FEAR THE NIGHT)
Karma lingers like an itch
It holds true and returns like a bitch
If your fear was entrusted to us
Then you know that our lives end up in dust
