A guy is walking around in his grave underground Instead of sleepin′ And he′s the sk** from his ma and the curse from his pa And he′s creepin′ Benga is his name and he′s driving you insane He′s incorporating human souls And that′s his destiny which gives him energy To get you out of control [chorus:] When the nightmare comes there′s a shadow goin′ round and round and round If you call his name When the nightmare comes he can hear your poor heart beatin′ and he′s left your soul in pain If he′s taking a soul on his strange night patrol He starts walkin′ And he never feels pain, you can′t explain There′s no talkin′ You′ll have to find the tree of his sensibility Beat the tree instead of this guy No more walking around in his grave underground Now you′re satisfied [chorus]