I'm drawn to the dead
Like a moth is to a flame,
And when I'm done with them,
I don't even know my name.
I walk amongst the crypts,
Almost every night,
Can't wait to see her face,
In the pale twilight.
The haunted tomb...
She's hot for the gibbous moon!
Like a moth is to a flame,
And when I'm done with them,
I don't even know my name.
I walk amongst the crypts,
Almost every night,
Can't wait to see her face,
In the pale twilight.
The haunted tomb...
She's hot for the gibbous moon!