Backseat Of My Hearse

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?