Days spent in Adoration
The art of this contraption is the Kill
From the heart is born the crooner
The push for his invention
The Heart Shaped Bloodstains drown
his dreams in the Moonlight
In my Hallways, In my Room, In my way
It's where flesh comes to flesh in the Moonlight
The art of this contraption is the Kill
From the heart is born the crooner
The push for his invention
The Heart Shaped Bloodstains drown
his dreams in the Moonlight
In my Hallways, In my Room, In my way
It's where flesh comes to flesh in the Moonlight