You believe in heaven. You believe the devil is here. When you ring your demon bell. You think I'll end up in hell. . Oh, yeah, you're the preacher. You're the devil.
Why am I here in a quiet mortuary?. A lady and the man, flowers in their hands. Nobody sees me, I don't understand. Nobody hears me, seems like I don't exist.
Why am I here in a quiet mortuary?. A lady and the man, flowers in their hands. Nobody sees me, I don't understand. Nobody hears me, seems like I don't exist.