The Monster
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,
In dreams it seems you're lacking of the
Dreams you need to wake up,
Just to run out of luck
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