The Moster

The sky is growing dark, you should pack your bags and leave your children behind, I hear Egypt is nice this time of year, the shadows from outside are creeping in here, in dreams it seems you're lacking of the dreams you need to wake up, just to run out of lucke



Careful, the monster is round that corner and he's waiting for blood tonight, he knows that you might fight back



your eyes are growing dark, the windows to your soul are showing off, it's hard for me to say "that's how I like it," baby the screaming from the cellar never helps



You're dreams they seem to leave you alone, in dreams it seems you can't fight, but some weapons would be nice



Careful, the monster is down that hallway drooling over your tasty arm, he knows that you can't harm him ever



But he doesn't know you've got an exorcism show, but he knows, rot in hell, rot in hell




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