the horror we already know

Jack-o’-lantern grins can’t hide the pain,
Masks of plastic, but the fear’s the same.
The shadows crawl, not from the grave,
But from the lives the system couldn’t save.

No need for witches, no need for ghouls,
The monsters live in boardrooms and schools.

The horror, the horror, it’s here every day,
In poverty’s chains and war’s decay.
We don’t need more nightmares, we already bleed,
The real ghosts walk where the hungry plead.

Two traders smiling with sharpened teeth,
Both carving lies like a blade beneath.
Deception’s bargain, the deal’s not fair,
The gap keeps growing — they don’t care.

Don’t look for vampires, don’t fear the tomb,
It’s profit that sucks all the light from the room.

The horror, the horror, it’s carved in the street,
In loneliness cold and hearts that beat weak.
We don’t need more terror, the world’s already scarred,
Inequality’s knife cuts deeper than dark.

Children dressed as monsters play,
While real ones steal the world away.
Candy covers up the rot,
But truth is bitter — trick or not.

The horror, the horror, don’t look to the night,
It’s burning all year in greed’s cold light.
No pumpkins, no coffins, no fake cemetery,
The scariest story is our reality.