🎃 HALLOWEEN: Monsters can borrow faces… | The Night They Blend In #music #ailig #halloween

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Podcast - THE NGHT THEY BLEND IN
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Lyrics:
THE NGHT THEY BLEND IN
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October thirty-one.
Masks on.
Doors locked.
Candles lit.
Perfect.
Tonight...
no one asks
what you really are.

They came through fog
with borrowed faces,
painted smiles
and hollow eyes.
Laughing underneath
the streetlights,
wearing monsters
as disguise.
I watched them pass.
I crossed myself.
Told my frightened heart:
"They're only people.
It's only Halloween."

But one of them
never laughed.
One of them
never blinked.

On the night they blend in,
who can tell what's underneath?
Every devil wears a costume,
every stranger shows their teeth.
Maybe all the ghosts are joking.
Maybe every scream's pretend.
But if something real
walks among us...
tonight
it doesn't need
to hide.

Pumpkin faces
in the tunnel,
shadows moving
through the smoke.
Chains that drag
across the pavement,
someone whispers...
someone jokes.
A figure follows
without footsteps.
I turn around.
There's no one there.
Funny...
how the darkness
always knows
exactly where
you're scared.

On the night they blend in,
every nightmare gets a name.
Humans dress themselves as demons.
Demons...
could just do the same.
Maybe all the masks are harmless.
Maybe fear just likes to play.
But I swear
one face kept smiling
after everyone
looked away.

I carried prayers
down to the shoreline.
Held the cross
against the wind.
Asked the sea
to drown the shadows.
Asked forgiveness
for my sins.
But the waves
gave no answer.
And the moon
refused to choose.
Perhaps heaven
doesn't tell us
which monsters
aren't costumes.

Mask.
Shadow.
Footstep.
Smoke.
Turn.
Nothing.
Turn again.
Closer.
Mask.
Shadow.
Footstep.
No.

I saw a doll
walk through the darkness.
Saw a pumpkin
watch me pass.
Saw a shape
behind the forest
standing perfectly
too still.
Perhaps my mind
had learned the game.
Perhaps the night
had learned mine.
By midnight
I stopped asking
what was real...
and what was
only dressed that way.

On the night they blend in,
we all look a little strange.
Saints can borrow faces.
Monsters
can do exactly the same.
So laugh beneath the lanterns.
Wear whatever you believe.
Just remember...
when the masks come off...
not everything
has to leave.

Morning came.
The streets were empty.
Masks abandoned.
Candles dead.
I counted every shadow.
One...
two...
three...
Then mine
moved first.