Lucretia - Megadeth

Sitting up late at night

I tiptoe through the darkness

Cold as hell black as spades

Aware of my immediate surrounding

In my place I escape

Up into my hideout

Hiding from everyone

My friends all say

Dave your mental any way hey!

Drift into a deeper state

I stalk the cobwebbed stairways

Dirt grits beneath my feet

The stair creaks, I precariously sneak