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And so what if it lasts for the day or it goes away in a month? There's no air in here we'll mark our fears on charts and let the robots make the art now we're green as pickles always ?ckle soft yet brittle bittersweet but tart the kids have grown fangs they sleep through the dayand they come out to prey right after darkinto thin air each year more disappear falling victim to the vampires in our parknow the meanest little bat-winged freaks will bite us in our sleep and leave a markand they're waiting on the outside of townevery night we're praying there ain't no more aroundknelt before the crosses on the walls of our houses there's a ticking like a clock beneath the floor in the ground and dogs are barking outlets all are sparking all the walls are shakingeverything is breaking everything is breaking down a slow haze ?nds we're changing our ways since we have no need to pray anymore we've replaced our faith with fear over the yearsand now we lock ourselves indoorsthis electronic box collects our thoughts Letras de cancionesand speaks our minds much better than before and they're waiting on the outside of townevery night to prey but now there's no one aroundburning up the crosses that they've hung upside downthey strike-out like the clock that marks tonight's witching hour our walls are shakingeverything is breaking all the doors are locked and no ones even talking they're out way past the curfew they're hiding behind the curtainseverybody's certain yes everyone is certainthey saw something moving there behind the curtains From Letras Mania