Night is sneaking along the path In our wake Following the scent
seeking shelter among dead oaks and tombstones seeking shelter from the rain of paranoid delusion, covering your head covering your bed
we'll remain with our eyes open wide they'll go glassy and untouched by the night its wind will eat our faces corrode our souls distort our fucking minds fine.
but drunk bodies ain't gonna fall till the dawn
the bodies are worn out your deep gashes, the splendid wounds we are the couple of decaying corpses the smell of dead flowers in your bed i prefer you dead