See those women lying in a twisted pile of blood
He was born with an error in his brain
A little
i hear you laughing, laughing behind my back
but i'm following
Dressed in black his face was white
No doubt he was
Walkin through the graveyard late at night
She's holding my hands
Weird things happen
Around twelve o'clock at night
Screaming voices, creepy soun
riding down the road of life - he's driving fast
the
