Night falls like a guillotine
On the living tonight, hoods up an knives out for the terrified
Ugly, broke, broken hearted losers hear the cry,
Split the belly and spill out into the night
Black eyes, bloody knuckles and broken bones
Carving cryptic epitaphs into the stone
Feeding on the screaming like it's their last night alive,
Peeling back the skull's flesh as the blood fills their eyes
Burn away the beautiful in fire red skies,
Burying the living as the devilhawk flies
Moonlight's a green light, for the devilhawk
Sidestep into switchblades, and nail your hope to a cross
Locking up the children as they howl at the door
Sweaty hands clutching pistols on the bathroom floor
Rusted silver crucifixes held tight in hand
Remembering religion as you pray for an end
Face us, face death, shallow graves
Hoods up knives out, end of days
The sun rises on mass graves and the hawks feed the vultures for another day