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Leather pressed I envy how you scream In your hands claw me Hynotic hybrid dreams The howls, they're only gonna be sung Night seeps into light I am not allowed to bite I can only wish for it I can only wait for the moment of... In the backseat of my hearse We quit our talking The moon reveals its curse Like a horror movie on a Friday night You are not happy with your life Why do you act like everybody? Music in my blood, it's a sinister beat Demonic deeds and graveyard treats See you from the stage and we must know Can we drink your blood after the show? |