things that,

As the forests
Burn to death
Their souls will haunt us
With its breath
Creepy nights
In its dead home
You won't stand a chance
On your own
Things that make you
Feel so cold
Things that take
Your hand to hold
Things who tear
Your neck in two
Fairy tale or not
It's TRUE.

It came to haunt us

As deranged maniacs
Take over the town
They'll live to kill
Whatever's around
They can hunt
By sound alone
Plus they can here you
On the phone
Listen closely
For they can hear
Every word
I say is clear
Suddenly
A blinding light!
My body died
My spirit's bright
Remember
What I say is true
In a moment
It'll happen to YOU.

It's an ART

People coming
Out from the grave
The police not knowing
Which one to save
Dogs barking
Until they're dead
Psychos, maniacs
The one's that lead
Half dead bodies
Torn apart
In the graveyard
It's an art
Hearing sounds
Of flesh and bones
Being ripped
By sticks and stones
Gruesome, bloody
That day was
Vanishing
In the earth's crust.

which side

Heavy lightning
Strikes beneath
Sinking in
The earths dark teeth
Molten lava
Spreads around
Quiet, lifeless
All that's found
Burning trees
And dying life
Balanced on
An edgeless knife
Life and death
Again collide
Which one
Which side?