graveyard (intro)

It cuts like a knife but I fit like a glove In the puppeteers hand that you call love With your sugar sweet smile and your candy apple red lips You are looking like dangerous Shot like an arrow from cupid's hand It didn't take long for me to fit in your plans But time reveals all as I listen to these walls Everybody's got a few skeletons in their closet You know that one memory that you hide cause it ain't okay Yeah everybody's got a few skeletons in their closet But darling you You've got a graveyard Turn on the lights Yeah turn 'em on baby Turn on the lights Let the wolves out Turn on the lights Yeah turn 'em on baby Turn on the lights Let the wolves out Turn on the lights Yeah turn 'em on baby Turn on the lights Let the wolves out Turn on the lights Yeah turn 'em on baby Turn on the lights Let the wolves breathe!