Apokalips
Black finger tips
Slides in and out her mouth
The darkest thrill
I
did my time among the creeps
I can see you staring at me
But you're not there
I
I am dreams refined
Cult without a name
And it won't be
Free, I'm alive, yeah
All that I am
Know that I've woken
All
Firemass
I've come to lie on the fire
Burn into my soul
A
five fingers cross
around your neck
the more you live
the more they
Stoneface
Tears don't fall
Who gives a fuck?
Sometimes you wanna give your
She's got the smile of the Lilin-child
Her spiral ink crawling
Who do you turn to when you got no soul
Bad luck wind been blowin' on my back
I was born
Don't you ever call upon
things you shouldn't play with.
Don't you