Evil has a sweet sweet scent. Wickedness is fresh and new each time. Do you sense it?. Can you sense the glory in it?. . I was just like you. I was the pauper to the demon.
My shame is cold like a grave but my lust is hot like an engine. Pistons that pump and a heart that thumps to the beat. But I can't wrap my head around.
Break out the blindfolds. There's teens cloaked in sheepskin. And we are the wolves at bay. . Put her to bed with the big ones and well charge them at the door.
We sat against the mountain side. And overviewed this burn so bright. But more will burn tonight. . I'll bury this town tonight. (Tonight). And paint the sky with fire.
They call this the badlands, baby. But it used to be bayou. The shore of an inland sea. And I can hear you coming. . What foul beast stalks this way. The night is dim.