Devastation X

from March To Your Grave by SCINTILLA

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lyrics

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
Nothing quite compares to when the ropes around your neck

Were you followed down that alley adding scratches on the wall
In the San Francisco valley or spoken with southern drawl
Intentions may be sour a best childhood friend
Taken care of in an hour or enjoy the time they spend
Cause the wicked world is turning a force that cannot be stopped
While your cigarette is burning there's bodies being dropped
For the monsters they're among us hiding in plain sight
And if you are unlucky they might find you tonight

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
Nothing quite compares to when the ropes around your neck