Monday, August 29, 2016

the steal of the night


When the lights are low
I don't see the shadows move
Quietly through the windows
As the night of cars revving on the road

When the sun goes down
The demons wake up to roam
Playing souls who are greedy
Taking souls who are corrupted

When the lights are low
I don't see the shadows move
The bad hats quietly steal
The wealth of the nation

When the lights are low
I hear the soft crying
In the park of shadows
The bad hats steal the hearts of lovers

There is no escape
When the sun goes down
The demons wake up to roam
Stealing hearts of lovers and souls

When the lights are low
I don't see the shadows move
Quietly through the windows
As the night of cars revving on the road


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