Leather pressed I envy how you scream
In your hands claw
Glass shattering
Fires burning
Lovers are now dead and suffering
I was born
Crizila
Crizila
Crizila
Powers by Chrysler big block
Four hundred cubes
The
My sewn up lips by your black fingertips
Cold entwinded and
Ten twenty eight two thousand and one
The moon rose in
Every day's a funeral when I'm with you
Remember when we
Eyes down eyes stare
Watch your footsteps watch your back
Bloodless lips
Spirits return with laughs and chills
Living zombies and graveyard thrills
Sme
Try to be yourself, you're one of us
Try to be
The croon starts at midnight to six
Pirate radio in the
You always go out into the night
When you come home,
Song: Vampires Don't Exist
Artist: Calabrese
Album: The Traveling Vampire Show
Sleep will come when I'm dead, I know that
The Twilight
When I'm here, I'm here with you
Bit off more than
Dye your hair black and wear it in your face
Crawl
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