Look Out

These old graves line the town Keep bad things underground Hush your voice not a sound Unless we're to be found Star crossed lovers not to be I bite my thumb with anxiety Young souls roam free Here comes the rebel teens Look out they're all around you Look out they're all around you Look out they're all around you Hey look out Beneath the bones and dirt Centuries of grief and hurt Free again to roam the earth They never lived to know their worth Familiar faces from long ago Oh what a freak show Jane and John Doe who's to know Within the catacombs below Look out they're all around you Look out they're all around you Look out they're all around you Hey look out Look out they're all around you Look out they're all around you Look out they're all around you Hey look out Within the catacombs below Within the catacombs below Within the catacombs below