Casualties Of Cool - Deathscope

Death.

Dropped dead cold on the lady of mine
...All had gone astray
Demons cry in the city tonight
Tell me about it babe…

Holy blood is in the god of eyes
You were born to pain
Holy rolling terror mind,
You won't wait

Howling all the while: I'M AFRAID!!
Holy moaning babies mouths
Only blood and cats abound
...Tell me about it babe

Holy moaning god of fire, I only wanna say:

Everybody dies alone,
DROWN YOUR BRAIN

Yes…
Yes...