Wretched Demise

You can suck my blood; you can drain my soul But you can't take away my rock and roll Bring on the wolves, bring out the knives I'll cut you, I'll cut you deep inside Bring out the wolves, Bring out the knives I'll gut you, I'll gut you, baby, alive You can suck my blood; you can drain my soul But you can't take away my rock and roll Gaze into darkness; I'll fill you with fright Fill me with your dark delight I hear your whispers, and I hear your lies A thousand wings and a thousand eyes Venomous lips Conquering eyes Bone-chilling touch Wretched demise