Tytuł: Terror in the Streets

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Time to go it's late, as the fog begins to lay
  And you wish that you were at home in bed
  Visions of evil and visions ill will
  Are burning corners into your head
  The echo of your steps
  From the fence across the field
  They're coming from close behind
  The air drops to ten degrees, cob webs in the trees
  Your door step seem so very far away
  When dripping shadows start to move, when your doubts begin to prove,
  (tame day scenes get all construed) you feel terror in the streets
  Sweaty palms you feel the night as your body fills with fright
  You feel alright when you see the light at your house
  But that feeling turns to panic and fright as you watch the lights go out.