Physco

Dark alleys hum, whispers crawl on the walls

Shadows stretch far and the nights slowly creep by

Creepin’ past the corner where the broken glass gleams

Their grins cut sharp, sharper than your dreams

Footsteps syncopate, tap-dance of dread

Eyes pierce through, paint the night blood-red

Psychos lurk in the fold, they unfold there fright

Their smiles shine brighter than a neon light

Psychos in the night, hear their laughter spread through out the night

Under the moon-filled skies, they don’t bother to hide

Running straight for you, no shadows to hide

In their twisted playground, the fear is revealed

Streetlights flickers , a Morse code of despair

Cold air bites, like teeth in the nightmare

They don’t walk, they glide, like ghosts on the tar

No distance too far, no place to bizarre

Their voices hum tunes that twist up your mind

Melodies grotesque, more sour than wine

You run, but they sprint a be they dance to a cruel ballet

The psychos come dancing, they don’t miss their prey

Echoes of screams ricochet through the night

Graffiti stories of victims scrawled in the halls

Their smiles never waver, carved into the face

In the moon’s cold glow, you can’t leave no trace and you can’t run and nore could you hide every were you turn their already there