Devastation X

In the shadows of the night or a bright and shining day

The outcast on the bench or the star who makes the play

Coming from all around in all shapes and sizes

Their smiles and their frowns are well conceived disguises

So sleep with one eye open and keep a weapon close

Cause someone's blood is soaking and dripping from their clothes

Hear the whispers in the alley see the scratches on the wall

From the darkest depths of hell comes the horror you befall

Cause there's nowhere left to run and there's nowhere left to hide

Cause the butchers of the damned are coming for your hide

Not the monsters in your closet nor the one under your bed