It`s not the knife you bleed on. It`s not the cancer in your bones. It`s not the sunrise choking. It`s not the blood red moon alone. It`s not the way you look dead. It`s not the silent season. It`s not the suffer intense. It`s not the life you feed on.
(It`s the way the night falls into feeling grey)
Empire, I was built around your heart. (Hey!, Hey!) Let the right one in.
It`s not the ghost you kill with. It`s not the yellow eyes you crush. It`s not your failing senses. It`s not the barrel of this gun.
(It`s the way the night falls into feeling grey)
Empire, I was built around your heart. (Hey!, Hey!) Let the right one in.
Let the right one in.
Empire.... let the right one in.
(It`s the way the night falls into feeling grey)
Empire, I was built around your heart. (Hey!, Hey!) Let the right one in.