I remember my nanny told me something used to pull on her

At night when she would sleep terrified under her covers

And when she finally got the nerve to pull them down and look

Felt like an eternity in the brief time that it took

And all she found was an empty room with no one there

Just the shadows and a slight chill in the air

And this would happen to her over and over again

Sometimes it pulled so hard it yanked her right out of her bed

And this was something, back then, that you'd keep to yourself

Especially because they question your mental health

So she just kept it all balled up inside of her

Never told her parents cause she knew they wouldn't side with her

See, my nanny came from a conservative family

And on more than one occasion they questioned her own sanity

I don't know if this is where it began, but I know all to well the shadows that have followed my nan'

Are you really just an energy that needs to be seen?

Are you the echo of a soul or a reoccurring dream?

Is there a final destination? Are you a manifestation?

Are you really one of us, on a different vibration?

Are you really just an energy that needs to be seen?

Are you the echo of a soul or a reoccurring dream?

Is there a final destination? Are you a manifestation?

Are you really one of us, on a different vibration?

I remember mom told me, like, something used to watch her

When she was a little girl. She swore it was a monster.

She slept with the light on

Kept the door open and hoped against hope that her papa wouldn't close it, and

As she grew older so did the frustration

Even nanny said it must've been in her imagination

Little did my mom know nanny saw it too

And no adults could explain to her why the shadows moved

Stand at the foot of her bed, pulling her bed spread

As a teen she would stay at a girl's house instead

But it would follow her anywhere that she went

And when she finally did get sleep it would be broken in (?)

How do you tell someone something that just doesn't make sense?

And if you're sure that your reality is a fallacy then

You put a smile on and pretend to your family and friends

And pray to god with all your heart it doesn't happen again

Are you really just an energy that needs to be seen?

Are you the echo of a soul or a reoccurring dream?

Is there a final destination? Are you a manifestation?

Are you really one of us, on a different vibration?

Are you really just an energy that needs to be seen?

Are you the echo of a soul or a reoccurring dream?

Is there a final destination? Are you a manifestation?

Are you really one of us, on a different vibration?

I remember my brother told me that it happened to him too

And over time we'd find its intensity grew

And as a kid it comforted me that someone knew

The fear at night that had us both scared and confused

I remember waking up and all the lights were on

Joey's in the living room, clearly something frightened him

He told me point blank that it speaks

It said, "I'll cut your throat if you try and scream."

Wait, that's so human.

Are you sure you weren't sleeping?

The utter terror in his eyes, I swear that you could see it

And it never spoke to me

Well, other than my name which it would whisper in my ear when it would shake the bed frame

And from that point on I questioned everything I did

Promised god I'd never listen to heavy metal again

I know it sounds silly

But really, if you knew the feeling

Sometimes it'd stand in the floor, sometimes in the ceiling

Sometimes it'd just watch and I could feel its presence

The very essence of evil inside my room

I regretted not telling mom sooner cause she told me the truth

The same thing, it happened to her, but not since her youth

Now, I'd like to think that I am a rational man

Maybe there's a hereditary mental health condition

But as a matter of fact

I know it's really not that

Cause I bet every (?) on my brain and yet still it comes back

Maybe there's a gateway.

Maybe there's more than one.

Cause sometimes I dream I breathe light as bright as the sun

The taste of metal still lingers on my tongue

And I wake up the shadows will be cast out by the (?)

Every family has their secrets.

It is what it is.

I never thought I'd be so casual about our visits.

Over the years, I guess we've kinda gotten used to it

We gave a name to the dark

We call it Red Light Juliet

Are you really just an energy that needs to be seen?

Are you the echo of a soul or a reoccurring dream?

Is there a final destination? Are you a manifestation?

Are you really one of us, on a different vibration?

Are you really just an energy that needs to be seen?

Are you the echo of a soul or a reoccurring dream?

Is there a final destination? Are you a manifestation?

Are you really one of us, on a different vibration?

Are you really just an energy that needs to be seen?

Are you the echo of a soul or a reoccurring dream?

Is there a final destination? Are you a manifestation?

Are you really one of us, on a different vibration?

Are you really just an energy that needs to be seen?

Are you the echo of a soul or a reoccurring dream?

Is there a final destination? Are you a manifestation?

Are you really one of us...