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night falls like a guillotine on the living tonight, hoods up and knives out for the terrified. ugly, broke, brokenhearted losers hear the cry, split the belly and spill out into the night black eyes, bloodly knuckles and broken bones carving cryptic epitaphs into the stone feeding on the scremaing like it's their last night alive, peeling back the skull's flesh as the blood fills their eyes. burn away the beautiful in fire red skies Letras de cancionesburying the living as the devilhawk flies moonlight's a greenlight for the devilhawk. sidestep into switchblades and nail your hope to a cross locking up the children as they howl at the door sweaty hands clutching pistols on the bathroom floor. rusted silver cruifixes held tight in hand. Remembering religion as you pray for an end. face us, face death, shawllow graves. hoods up knives out, end of days. the sun rises on mass graves and the hawks feel the vultures for another day. From Letras Mania