Backseat Of My Hearse

Calabrese

Leather pressed I envy how you scream
Into your hands claw me
Hypnotic hybrid dreams
The howls, they're only gonna be sung

Night seeps into light
I am not allowed to bite
I can only wish for it
I can only wait for the moment of

In the backseat of my hearse
We quit out talking
The moon reveals it curse

Like a horror movie on a friday night
You are not happy with your life
Why do you act like everybody
Music in my blood its a sinister beat
Demonic deeds and graveyard treats
See u from the stage and we must know
Can we drink your blood after the show

Tracker

All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes only.