Midnight Madness
A lonely walk, along an empty street,
Gives me the chills of a frightening- feat.
Once the midnight blood moon climbs up the sky,
It's much more thrillin' than horror's peak.
There I met, a gory man
With a bunch of witches,
Makin' a baleful plan.
Well, ya know to conquer us.
They might get the hell outta you, yeah.
He sensed my presence,
It was a wicked grin;
When I made my mind,
To wear out my limbs.
No matter how I try,
That devil's on my trail
He's nearing me
And I turn pale.
I made my prays,
For a saving god
But hey, is he here?
What! Why not?
When he's got hold of me,
Then I make a terrified scream,
Leave me 'lone, is this a dream?
I woke up yellin'
It's Eight o'clock
God, I'm late for school!
Ain't no time for a talk.
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