In the night time so eager to deceive
You cut the throat of man and caused us all disbelief
In the shadow of the distant far
You creep slowly but we know just who you are

Don’t let him
Deprive you
Don’t let him No!

Looking viciously wearing his décor
Knowing secretly your wounds
SALT HE POURS
Deep inside you, you know which way to go
Your inside certain but your flesh keeps saying no

At the bit he’s chomping to destruct your soul
Causing man to fight
Self-destruction a alamode
Candy coated you hear this massage clear
Stand and fight death as for your soul you’re not to fear

Words By: Richard Lynch Music By: Richard Lynch, John Mahan, Josh Kramer