El-creepo!
Pitchfork
Stoke the flames, little devilIt's gonne ba a long nightBloodshot insomniacKeep your eyes on the prizeAnd take all your secrets to the graveYou'll never know just what hit youYou'll never know just what hit youWas it a hammerhead? An empty threat? A demonic chant? A sycophant?You'll never know just what hit youCompassion doesn't live here anymoreOnly a vacancy of who I used to beTake all your secrets to the graveTake all your secrets to the graveLa lala lala la la lalalalalalaLa lala lala la la lalalalalalaLa lala lala la la lalalalalalaLa lala lala la la lalalalalalaJudas hanging, tight rope and swingingMadness sets in and man is served with wineWake up, wake up, it's judgement dayAnd the cannibals have come to dineLetras de cancionesLa lala lala la la lalalalalalaLa lala lala la la lalalalalalaLa lala lala la la lalalalalalaLa lala lala la la lalalalalalaTerrible visions and I'm deadly paleA deceiver and destroyer of heartsNightmares and pieces, you look familiarSplashed up all over the wallsCannibalize the delicacyNow you're a part of meI'll eat you up, you're in my recipeAnd now a part of meI'll eat you up and now you are a part of meI'll eat you up and now you are a part of meI'll eat you up and now you are a part of meI'll eat you up and now you are a part of me
From Letras Mania