When I turn to my favourite hideway. My hand on hip. Always be the same. Only half a plan. . Once I thought that I was over you. Now you're back and I'm falling like a fool.
The kingcrawler of mercy. Will sit you in his perch. Death lurks 'round the corner. When the clowns begin to smirk. . Glued to the blood are the stains.
What do I-e-i-e-ieiii. Have to do-oo-o-ooo-oo. To ge-e-e-t you where, I want you. I'll guess we'll see-e-e-e-ee-e. What might beeeee-e-e. Whoa-a-oo-o-o-oo.