Shadows crawling, eyes in the dark Tonight the city leaves a bloodstained mark Deep breath, cold pulse, liquid night Welcome to the ritual, turn off the light Neon masks on faces made of porcelain glass We step over spirits in the cemetery grass Benz is parked, the windows are tinted black Once we enter, there’s no turning back My voice is a shovel, digging up the shame Every phantom in this street knows my name Trick or treat in a world gone cold Stories in the alley that can't be told Death is a rhythm, sex is a sin Let the masquerade of the hollow begin Grind down the bones, make the pavement moan Tonight we rule from a skeletal throne Dead eyes watching from the penthouse floor Blood drips slow on the velvet door I’m the nightmare host, I’m the jagged edge Pushing all the losers off the jagged ledge Burn the pumpkin, light the pyre We don't need heaven, we’re fueled by fire Silence is heavy, the air tastes like rust Watch all your promises crumble to dust Fear is a currency, spend it tonight God is a myth in the pale moonlight Trick or treat in a world gone cold Stories in the alley that can't be told Death is a rhythm, sex is a sin Let the masquerade of the hollow begin Grind down the bones, make the pavement moan Tonight we rule from a skeletal throne Just a shadow, just a name Playing a sick, relentless game Stay hollow. Stay dark. Sleep tight.