Sunday night murmurs She hides quiet like in the dark Laughter trickles like sewage water Climbing down the walls Coming to get her In the quiet In the dark.
Suppose the demons find her So pretty in their church clothes Where will she go? What will they do? How long would it take for Murder to occur In the quiet In the dark?
Drenched in sweat she prays Dear God hear me please But the banging on the door God cant hear All the banging Walls coming down Blood trickling down Like sewage water In the quiet In the dark.
