Secondary spine, 
incisions must be accrute 
I know just what to do 
Her beauty so illogical 
The beast come gliding in 
Hideous chameleon stripped down 
Dance to the burning 
flame Pleasure exhumes the pain 
The night bursts into flames

A chill runs up your spine
It crawls into your brain
The freezing touch of fear.

And walk the streets among mortal men
They hide in shadows, keepers of the night
Mortal life is weak, can’t hold back the demons
The blood pours as rain and soon you’ll be alone.

Guard the gates of Hell just one more night.

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I close the door in my imagination

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