If Your Eye's Were Mine
I know it's coming, I have seen the night,
it's out there searching for a new set of
eyes. I hear it humming by, the light of
the old church and when you step outside
you feel as if,something isn't right.I left
you a message on the window saying
to be careful, this will be the night it
hunts in darkness, looking for eyes.
In the old church cellar victims lay, one
by one hundred are they, stacked side
by side ten layers high. In a storage of
molded death, you could smell the stench
20 miles wide so, don't be suprised
when you see it, just cover up your eyes.
I know he's out there watching, as a chill
from the nights wind hits me broadside,
then the hunt begins. It stands before
you, thirsting for body parts due it. I fear
it will come at daylight, while I am awake.
I hear it mumbling the names of souls it's
here to take. It's standing there on the
corner, underneath the steet light.
I get this wierd feeling that, something's
not right. I left a prayer for you, in front of
your house and it needs to be read out loud
It just might save your life you might make
it out. In a time frame, hence it might find.
The tasteful fear it smells as it pours out of,
your mind. It spreads its wings and takes
flight, takes what it wants then, it leaves
flesh without thought as it disappears in
the night. One by one hundred laid out in
a cell as, it came bursting straight out of
hell but, not a soul did I hear dare yell,
you feel it in your bones that something
not right, you wake to find you woke in its
darkest night. No formal invitation needed
just, bring your fright. Most of all bring with
you if, you still have them, your eye's
Robert Hernandez/David Bear
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