Hallows Eve
Tomas Hiscock
Face the facts there cold and ugly
I know you dont want to die old and hungry
A thousand thoughts stuck in my head
When will this hell ever end
On hallows eve
You'll have no saints to tell
This life that you'll leave
Is a ticket out of hell
Her pale skin glistens in the moon light
The songs of birds midflight
Lust is a cage you cannot feel
Hooked on a line like a fish on a reel
On hallows eve
You'll have no saints to tell
This life that you'll leave
Is a ticket out of hell
Burn
