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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 From Letras Mania