The sirens scream like banshees in the night
Shadows lurk like little fireflies
Dancing around with trouble as their friends
Waiting for the next one to fall
Into the dark trap

Faces masked with twisted smiles
Eyes grow narrow searching the nighttime
Hearts beat to the sounds of hate

Moonlight gleams on a silver blade
Soon it will be over as droplets of sorrow
Spill down onto the floor of a lost tomorrow