We deserve an award for being so evil
Bow for applause, but there are are no people
Down on one knee
A dream that reverses
I saw his face, the demon of verses
They speak of the beast
We hear of the danger
From out of a cloud
In walks a stranger
His hands touch and capture
His face flushed with rapture
Give me a key that opens the places
That leads to the door where the back of the face is
That opens the door where the back of the face is
What a Halloween
What a horror
What a Halloween