So the witching hour has come
And at last it is the time
for the dusk to take over
and for the world to once again
find a place for our lost souls
To play once again
For they are rejected by day
sick of all the rules
sick of everyone telling them
How to live their lives
Telling them how to fit into modern day society
Fit into this world around all of them
But maybe they don’t want to
Be more products of society
Maybe they don’t want to live
By all of the rules
That you claim are proper
They only come out at night now
Because the day is to bright
It seems that they have been rejected
By the rest of this world
But they have one another
and that is all that matters |
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