Come to the room at the back of my mind

Where you're scared to go, where you will know

The things that I keep inside - things you will only find

In the room of the dead memories.

The room of the dead memories.

The door opens on the nursery of childhood

Footsteps that echo into the past.

The nightmare began in this room so long ago

The nightmare I thought could never last.

A child is playing with a clown that has no eyes

Ranks of soldiers awaiting their demise.

A chair rocking in the corner creaks and gently sighs

In the room of the dead memories.

The room of the dead memories.

The face of the clown twists to look at me

The crucifix scars blindly stare.

The once friendly face fills me now with terror

I cry out afraid but there's no one there!