in this world... monsters never really sleep
they hide in the dark, the cold, the deep
and they walk among us, faces of men
living off fear and pain, consumed by sin
and they are out there, they wait
fueled by an overwhelming hate
they torture, **** and ****
they lie, hurt and steal
and we close our eyes so we can't see
because you never know who it may be
there's no such thing as a safe place
the seed of evil wears a mask on its face
all the things we fear
are things we refuse to hear
the dark, the cold, the deep
monsters never really sleep