LOVE IS A DEMON
WITHOUT PUPILS
WALKS IN THE WOODS
WHEN ANGELS CRY
LOOKING FOR GOD
COVERED IN BLOOD
BLENDS RIGHT IN
DRESSED IN BLACK
PULLS HER DRESS UP
BLACKJACK CADILLAC
EVERY NOW AND THEN
ON A NOVEMBER MOON
WHISPERS IN THE VILLAGE
OF HIM RETURNING SOON
COMING FOR YOU
COMING FOR YOU
COMING FOR YOU
COMING FOR YOU