Under the vast, bright moonlight
At the strike of midnight
So bloomed the striking pale white
Alas! came the pale faces in sight
Way down from the grave they slowly rise
Tired of the long hard sleep they despise
And right now, they're building a coffin your size
Witnessing a seance of flies and lies
The day changes and separates them away
Not so far from civilization and the humans of today
The great price of false immortality they pay
Takes the human form and copy someone's way
To meand to you they speak
But bonding may seek they're meek
But time slips , their true colors will leak
Bleakly, notice, you'll eventually get weak
Look at it, the race is just like them
Rapidly overflowing with lies to the brim
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