Standing in peripheral vision
I catch a glimpse before he disappears
A tall skinny man with no face

Preying on my deepest fears
Is this my imagination?
Or does this horror exist?

No one will listen to what I say
No one believes that I am sane
He knows all, he is the watcher!

Try to catch his image on film
I watch the video tear to shreds
I am terrorized by paranoia

Why canâ??t I get him out of my head?
Is this my imagination?
Or does this horror exist?

No one will listen to what I say
No one believes that I am sane
He knows all, he is the watcher!

Throughout all his torture
Iâ??m drawn to search for truth
These films hint on where

I should look for proof
Night time in the forest
Wind blows through the trees

Eight pages hold the clues
To the answers that I seek
He feeds off my knowledge

He is here with me
His blank visage is the last thing
The last thing that I see

Wake up with missing memories
You donâ??t know what heâ??s put me through
Curiosity outweighs my terror

Now I begin my search anew
Is this my imagination?
Or does this horror exist?

No one will listen to what I say
No one believes that I am sane
He knows all, he is the watcher!