Oh my, are you the beast again? Is it the violence you like? Oh my, I feel it crawling in Gnawing, reptilian In the lost, loney night I wanna know
In eternal Silence we are drawn Buried in Stone Dust on my Hands One hundred Years In the pale Shine of a dying Sun I fly beneath the Clouds Like
I've been going through life like i'm not even alive even the living dead have a nightlife and i'm stuck inside on a saturday night telling myself lies