The omen passes by,

and I swat it past away

I pretended I won't die,

I might be all okay

But I could be wrong

as the chainsaw rings,

and the screeching claws

and the machete clings

When they come for you

in the dead of the night

there is no escape

you can't even fight

They are not Dracula

or the Wolfman

or Frankenstein

they are the evilist beings

the baddest of the bads

not just there to be the villain

they are sadistically there

Not to scare you

they are way beyond that

their actions unspeakable

their work is art

You'd rather be bitten by the Count

or strangled by the monster

than to be clawed to death

than to have their head chopped off

and the skin ripped

when they come for you

when the omen passes by

you don't know what to do

you have no choice but to die

Move out Jack Skellington,

Freddy's taking over,

oogie over, Oogie boogie,

Jason takes the throne

Halloween is not about the traditional creeps anymore,

the kind you see in Scooby Doo,

Perhaps if the Mystery Inc. approached that world,

Their blood and gore will spill

They represent the evilist of men

Satan's top recruits

They murder, rape,

decapitate,

sadistically kill you slowly

They have gadgets that shouldn't be there

that tear you apart,

but luckily you're not the victim,

luckily you see it as entertainment

but as the omen passes by

make sure you look.