Under Cover

written by Randal Moldrich

Creepin’, crawlin’, sneakin’, comin’ at your back

Under cover of night, comin’ for your face

People get moving, Night is coming

Shadows won’t save you, Morning may not dawn

Invading your land, searching for weapons

scoping your home for arms

and will pry open your hand for stones

For stones [repeat X4]

Creepin’, crawlin’, sneakin’, coming for your face

People dying, More war won’t save them

Only night buries, Dawn will never know

Night finds what it wants ‘till there is nothing

and when the desert invades its bones

night will be too late to search for it’s self.

Invading your land, searching for weapons

scoping your home for arms

and will pry open your hand for stones

Under cover of night [repeat X4]

People dying, More war won’t save them

Only night buries, Dawn will never know

Night finds what it wants ‘till there is nothing

and when the desert invades its bones

night will be too late to search for it’s self.

Paranoia, Parano, Paranoia, Parano

Paranoia, Parano, Paranoia

Paranoia, Parano

Paranoia