The Backseat of My Hearse

Leather pressed, I envy how you scream Into your hands claw me Hypnotic hybrid dreams The howls, they only wanna 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? In the backseat of my hearse We quit our talking The moon reveals its curse In the backseat of my hearse We quit our talking The moon reveals our curse In the backseat of my hearse (in the backseat of my hearse) The moon reveals our curse