bedtime
gather round children I’ve a story to tell
you might not believe it and that’s just as well
you know grownups say that there’s nothing to fear
no boogeymen in closets and beneath the bed’s clear
Trust mommy and daddy and ignore the strange noise
don’t fear the darkness, your big girls and boys
besides, hiding under the covers won’t keep away doom
it’s not a monster or goblin invading your room
there are things worse than those in this world which you live
and they want things that only scared children can give
your two arms and two legs are not nearly enough
they want your eyes and your ears, brain matter and stuff
they have claws made of iron and teeth made of steel
they are giants and midgets and every one of them real
they are hurtful and hungry and want for your soul
resistance is futile, you have no control
so, cry for mommy or daddy and they’ll come at a run
but they wont believe you when all’s said and done
these horrors have practiced since time first began
remaining hidden from parents is part of their plan
how did i learn this story and why would I share
it’s too late to save you, too late for a prayer
because the night terror of children, is your fate as well
i live under your bed now - welcome to hell