THE FILTERMAN

Under waves and under graves

Under sand and under dust

The shadow figure that creeps out of the wall

Across a dark and ruined bridge

A messenger of night

The cold glass hand to steal a child’s life

Sticks and stones and bones

And apples rotted to the core

From The Filterman the story’s told

Nicks and nacks and paddy wacks

And all the church prayers lack

The Filterman’s bones are brown and cold

While they sleep and while they dream

The deep recesses in between

Give life to the shadow on the wall

Across the gulf of time and space

From the City of the Hills

A sickly wind to drain the child’s will

Sticks and stones and bones

And apples rotted to the core

To The Filterman a stolen soul

Nicks and nacks and paddy wacks

And all the church prayers lack

The Filterman’s bones are brown with mold

He gave his soul for this

He gave his soul for this

He gave his soul for this

He gave his soul for this

Even on the calmest night

Parents guard your children tight

The pleading shadow of a child trapped within the wall

No need to pray to God

It won't help anything at all

A young soul now a prisoner

In the City of the Hills ever on.

Lyrics by L. Poems  copyright 2002, all rights reserved