Mr. Hopp
Never stop
Chasing you until you drop
Mr. Hopp
Never stops
Chasing you until you drop
Mr. Hopp
Never stops
Chasing you until you drop
Mr. Hopp
Never stops
Chasing you until you drop
Mr. Hopp
Never stops
Chasing you until you drop
Mr. Hopp
Never stops
Chasing you until you drop
Nana called darkness "a blanket".
And shadows "mere gaps in the light".
But something is crossing the threshold
That doesn't belong here tonight.
It's face has been knitted together
with stitches that split at the seams.
Of cotton and rotten old leather
A terror concocted of dreams.
You know they say about girls
And that sugar and spice, well it ain't gonna save ya.
Mr. Hopp never stops searching for his vessel.
Round and round, like a top, unable to rest til...
Blood is shed, dark and red, what is he intending?
Ask the dead: "What's ahead?"
Nana knows the ending.
You followed a little white rabbit
And fell down a nightmarish pit.
Where some sort of evil inhabits
The rabbit your nana had knit.
Most demons will dwell in the darkness
But is drawn to the flame.
A spark can be seemingly harmless.
And still wage a dangerous game.
All your sugar has turned into ash
And what spice you have left starts to burn like a poison.
Mr. Hopp never stops hunting for a victum.
Floorboards pop.
Stomach drops.
Heartbeat starts to quicken.
No one hides from his eyes, dark and unrelenting
Your demise is his prize.
Nana knows the ending.
Now courage is all that you've got
And fire is just what you need.
Nail your sugar and spice to the wall
Cause the tears in your eyes are just food for your demons.
Mr. Hopp never stops; now your a believer.
Rip and chop his ears off with a silver cleaver.
Mr. Hopp can't be stopped.
Darkness is descending
Siren sound.
Burn him down.
Nana knows the ending.
