Empty seat in the classroom
They expected her to school
But she was caught by the night
And now sleeps by the shore
With skin turned so cold
Away from the warmth of youth
Smothered by the kill
Rocked by a watery grave

Lulled to restless sleep..

Owls, ghost woods, sycamore trees
Nothing here is what it seems to be

Time has come to face what eyes can't see
Nothing here is what it seems to be
You can't run from what you can't escape
Behind the drape you will meet your fate

Souls dread where the curtains fall

Eerie silence in the corridor
Fan cuts the stagnant air
He crawled over window sill
And whispered into her ear;

"I want you, let me in
Or I will make you bleed
And bless this night with death
Fire, walk with me"

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