World of Dark Shadows
Scary, weary world
Cradle me in your arms
I뭢 not scared, no I뭢 not scared
I can only see your charm
Insincere emotions
Travel thought the air
Don뭪 say that you do
Where you really don뭪 care
Going through the motions
Cupboards still are bare
Reaching for the empty stars
Alone I watch and stare
Filthy dirty child
Pocket full of whores
Pocket full of holes
Filthy dirty mind
Twisted to the core
So, twisted to the core
Give him more of what he needs
Just so he can live
On the weak he needs to prey
Don뭪 eve stop to give
This infectious worlds of yours
All the freaks you뭭e created
And this fucking god of yours
Why뭩 he so debated, why뭩 he so hated
Crucified with roses
Creation from a thorn
Painting white the ugliness
The victim now adorned
Trampled by the footsteps
Heal to toe they swarm
Tremble from the whispers
The softest flesh gets torn