E.S.S. - Zombie Masks

Put your head on straight
Don't you think
The town is made
Of rotten things
With zombie masks
And broken glasses
Spilling about
What happens, happens
Another month
Another moth
Another wing
At what cost
Such petty things
To get caught on
Too many rings
At the pawn shop
It all goes cold
All the folks are filled with mold
And the leaves are burning
Soon, it's new years again
Put your legs on straight
Walk away
Time is made by a masquerade
With sharpened teeth
No blood to bleed
Only hope
To fool somebody
I could stay
And rot away
If only ghouls had a bit of brain
A bit of sense
A bit of mind
Not to chew
The kid alive
It all goes cold
All the folks are filled with mold
And the leaves are burning
Soon, it's new years again

Written by:
Elijah Springs

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