Hear the bell... hear it ring... The sweet old man with a deadly grin. Hide your eyes, don’t take his hand— He’s the shadow that haunts this land. Van of white in the dying sun, Smiling teeth, a loaded gun. Candy melts in a trembling palm— A voice too sweet, a tone too calm. He hums your name... he knows your street. Every step—your pulse, his beat. Run when you hear that ice cream song! He’s been here all along! Smiles that hide the devil’s hand— Children vanish on command! He waves hello, the perfect lie, Van doors close—another goodbye. No angels come to where he drives, Just whispered names and silent cries. He hums your name... he knows your street. Every shadow smells so sweet. Run when you hear that ice cream song! He’s been here all along! Smiles that hide the devil’s hand— Children vanish on command! Listen closer, he’s calling your name, Soft and low, it all sounds the same. A treat, a gift, a promise so small— One more life to feed his thrall. Run when you hear that ice cream song! He’s been here all along! Don’t look back, don’t take his hand— He’s the monster that wears a man! Hear the bell... hear it fade... Another child... another grave.
