Backseat of My Hearse

Calabrese

Leather pressed, I envy how you scream
Into your hands claw me
Hypnotic hybrid dreams
The howls, they only wanna 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 our talking
The moon reveals its 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, it's a sinister beat
Demonic deeds and graveyard treats
See you from the stage and we must know
Can we drink your blood, after the show?

In the backseat of my hearse
We quit our talking
The moon reveals its curse

In the backseat of my hearse
We quit our talking
The moon reveals our curse
In the backseat of my hearse (in the backseat of my hearse)
The moon reveals our curse