Elm Street

Elm Street Every town has a haunted house. Even driving by a ghost town. It’s creepy walking by at night. In the broken window is a small candlelight. It’s eerie like a scary movie. Having frightening dreams always lurking. Monsters are staring out the windows. They hide behind you in the shadows. A lullaby song is in the background. Your name is on a tombstone, Would you dare to walk in the front door? There would be blood on the floor. All the rooms are haunted. Eyes are watching, your next. Hallways are closing in. Face your demise, you're unforgiven. Put your hand in a blinder. With anguish, they smell your fear. Enjoy the suffering, you called out their name. The boiler room is on flames. He lives on, A Nightmare on Elm Street. Bring out the knives, Freddie, here's your screams. He wears an old hat with a dirty red and green sweater. His face is scarred and burned. You can’t compromise with the dead. Soon you will be laid to rest. Embrace the killings, become one of them. Through blood you're a shapeshifter. Wake up out of the casket. In the mirror, put on the mask. For this is your calling. Bad dreams keep falling. You were born to be the bad guy. Sit in an electric chair and fry. Take revenge on all your enemies. Soon they will be at your feet.