It's Back - Moddi

It won’t come marching in or kicking your door

There’ll be no writing in red letters

It will not call itself by names you’ve heard before

It won’t call up from ill-lit cellars

This ghost is pinstriped, not some fool inside a sheet

There’ll be no great parades, no gallows in the streets

It’ll have a handsome smile and greet you as a friend

Just when you thought you were forsaken

It’ll give you a house a job, and make you feel great again

And see your bloodlines reawaken

As all the lone wolves come togther as a pack

Then you may realiz but there’ll be no turning back