"The Abernathy Ghoul" lyrics

"The Abernathy Ghoul"

You can't keep pretending
That everything's alright
The lamp is low
Got mother's kiss goodnight

You can hear the creature stalking
Blood is in the air
Don't close your eyes
The monster's here

Will you fight or die by their hands?
You've got to act right now and take command
If you don't pick yourself up and stab this
Demon through the heart
You'll be the next victim
Of the abernathy ghoul

No one seems to notice
When you're not around
Invisible, town to town
You're the perfect type of prey
So keep your wits about
Here it comes
Steady now

Will you fight or die by their hands?
You've got to clear your mind
No time for plans
If you don't pick yourself up and stab this
Demon though the heart
You'll be the next victim
Oh, don't be that next victim
Or you'll be the next victim
Of the abernathy ghoul


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