Never Again

This night is filled with creeps
They take everything you need
They mask it with serpentine
Their smiles are made of grease

They won't get out of your head
They won't strike until you're dead
They'll take what can't be fed
And paste it above their beds

This night calls for
A bittersweet devour
That's why they scour
Their lips run sour

They won't get out of your head
They won't strike until you're dead
They'll take what can't be fed
And share it with all their friends

Cut your mask open
And expose yourself to them
That's what they beg for

They won't get out of your head
They won't strike until you're dead
They'll take what can't be shed
And wear it like you're them



Credits
Writer(s): Gary Wilson
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