At Night

Look at all these people
full of sweetness and light,
But we know what really goes on,
What they turn into at night.

All the monsters and fiends,
They are real, not just in your dreams.

They go out to hunt, beat and kill
For no other sick reason,
Than to get their fill.

What goes on in their heads is mostly unknown,
But it's probably better of like that
Their thoughts left alone.

So I ask you this before you go to bed,
And turn out your light....
Would you want to know the truth,
Of who's peering in your window at night