The Spirits Fall Upon The Wheel To Turn The Spokes With Ange...

We've Made A Contact But Worship Silent I Make A Whisper I Am A Sinner

Slide The Needle In Under Blue Skin I Took A Picture So I Still Can Burn You

Demons Reloading Such A Beautiful Disease Trigger Pull This Trigger

Silk Wrapped Hands In A Masquerade Even When Things Are Picture Blue I Keep It Under My Pillow Now Just In Case Theres Nothing Left To Do Outrun Myself

Be Still / We Will Live Like Thunder