The Killing Moon waits till you're fast asleep in bed
Creeps in through your window and casts shadows of dread
Creeping and crawling with teeth sharp as knives
The shadows they move with the glowing night skies
As the clouds pass and the shadows they grow
The Killing Moon creeps and puts on quite a show
But the quiet of these hours as you lay to rest
Have left you asleep uninformed of your guest
The night winds down, you’re still tucked in tight
And into your room creeps a new type of light
Finally you wake to the crisp morning air
The Killing Moon has come and gone with you unaware
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