Testo Night On Halloween

this is the night, it is no dream young little boy with wishes to kill out of control, run through the streets searchin' for lives, feelin' the beats silent breath, approach your home anybody there, his last turn cry for your life, blood on the screen your last night on halloween Runnin' down the streets of pain lookin' out for somethin' real head is full of dirty rain risin' up your only thrill after few years, he's back again same house, feel the same pain millions of people, he sees nothin' new so many victims, but he wants YOU