Fat red sun sets on a fingernail moon
Don't know when, but you know it's coming soon
Footsteps grinding on a gravel road
The thing you fear is moving slow
Ain't no use running, just stay one step ahead
Moving slow and steady 'til the comfort of your bed
It rises in your throat and your feet feel light as lead
All that waits behind you is regret
Now is not the time to beg forgiveness
Or weep and wail for things that you have done
It seeps into your daydreams and it wraps around your lungs
Something wicked this way comes
It's just the stuff of nightmares, so don't count on sleep tonight
You don't know what it looks like, but you know it's gonna bite
It smiles like a seductress, so go hide your firstborn sons
The ink's still running
But change is gonna come
So pick your rotten cherries from your musty, magic book
Wear your crown of fear, as if that's ever a good look
The further you fall from grace the more it tends to hurt
So you might as well get comfy with the dirt
The world it creaks just like a rickety wheel
The thing you claim to hate's the thing you crave to feel
So mutter your prayers before the sun goes down
Prepare to meet the witch you couldn't drown
Now is not the time to beg forgiveness
Or weep and wail for things that you have done
It seeps into your daydreams and it wraps around your lungs
Something wicked this way comes
It's coming for your vanity. It's coming for your guns
It's coming for your bigotry no matter where you run
It sings like sweet idolatry and it sniffs out all your lies
Irrelevant ideas all scream the loudest when they die
It's just the stuff of nightmares, so don't count on sleep tonight
You don't know what it looks like, but you know it's gonna bite
It smiles like a seductress, so go hide your firstborn sons
The ink's still running...
The inks still running, but a change...
Change is gonna come