TICK TOCK
Tick tock tick tock
Chimes the old clock.
Cold like a vault.
All dancers halt.
Evil so near.
The Dead are here.
Heads are rolling.
Game of bowling.
Midnight is here.
Nothing to fear.
THE DEAD GAME
TICK TOCK
ticking
TICK TOCK
Tick tock tick tock
Chimes the old clock.
Cold like a vault.
All dancers halt.
Evil so near.
The Dead are here.
Heads are rolling.
Game of bowling.
Midnight is here.
Nothing to fear.
THE DEAD GAME
