Nana called darkness a blanket.
And shadows were gaps in the light.
But something is crossing the threshold.
That doesn't belong here tonight.
It's face has be knitted together.
With stitches that split at the seams.
Of cotton and rotten old leather.
A terror concocted of dreams.
You know what 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 till.
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.
Were some sort of evil inhabits.
The rabbit your nana had knit.
Most demons will dwell in the darkness.
But this one 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 victim.
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 you're a believer.
Rip and chop his ears off
with a silver cleaver.
Mr. Hopp can't be stopped.
darkness is descending.
Silent sounds burn him down.
Nana know the ending.
