Susperia

Here's your situation
The light penetrates your eyes
Your wall comes crashing down now
You can not take it no more
Know your inner limits
Before your mind is consumed
The blood of innocent children
Is all you harvest and taste
Tricked them with your candy, lured them to your nest
With the tools of your desire, made them to your slaves
You used to love their screaming, you fed on all those tears
Now your house is empty, but not ridden of the ghosts