No Peace On Earth

Tombstone after tombstone,
pass by me on my right,
children dressed like demons
wander through the night.
Skeletons like living dead
scream as they pass by,
things designed to fill with dread,
make small children cry.
And as our endless sin gives birth,
we ask why there's no peace on earth.
Children under clean white sheets
float beneath the lights,
begging at the door for treats
from witches dressed in tights.
Crimson blood stains on her face,
ashes on his breath,
Satan laughs at our embrace
as we celebrate earths death
And as our endless sin gives birth
we ask why there's no peace on earth
nothing follows but disaster
when the devil is your master.
Shattered eggs and broken glass,
spray paint on our walls,
we watch in horror once again
as the world trips and falls.
And in our brokenness we cry
we just don't understand
why our loved ones have to die
when we leave our walls unmanned.
And as our endless sin gives birth
we cry out for some peace on earth,
but if we don't know Jesus saves,
we're out there digging our own graves,
can't you hear the devils laughter,
when the world calls him master?