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The night don't lie, It see's through your disguise.
Your pulse runs high. You sense your demise...
There's no where to Hide. Their watcing without eyes.
So run inside. You'll still hear their cries...
There watching you, taunting you, chasing you, huanting you,.
Pushing you right to the edge!
Insanities calling, it feels like your falling into the darkening realms
Of the dead.
Into your mind like a death gripping vine, these tenticles hold you tight.
So don't try to run because you will succomb to the Demons of the Night!
Now you turn and run like a bullet from the gun.
Fleeing from these horrors that leave you numb.
Drunk with fear your feel the end draw near.
Out the door, down the street, your path don't seem so clear.
There watching you, taunting you, chasing you, huanting you,.
Pushing you right to the edge!
Insanities calling, it feels like your falling into the darkening realms
Of the dead.
Into your mind like a death gripping vine, these tenticles hold you tight.
So don't try to run because you will succomb to the Demons of the Night!
The night don't lie, It see's through your disguise.
Your pulse runs high. You sense your demise...
There's no where to Hide. Their watcing without eyes.
So run inside. You'll still hear their cries...