Never Again

This night is filled with creeps They take everything you need They mask it with serpentine Their smiles are made of grease They won't get out of your head They won't strike until you're dead They'll take what can't be fed And paste it above their beds This night calls for A bittersweet devour That's why they scour Their lips run sour They won't get out of your head They won't strike until you're dead They'll take what can't be fed And share it with all their friends Cut your mask open and expose yourself to them That's what they beg for They won't get out of your head They won't strike until you're dead They'll take what can't be shed And wear it like you're them