Tattered by the wind that rips the very soul.
Dare not bend on hand and knee
When you kiss the demons ass you'd best be left.
No chance, no more.
Inside the locked cage a creature lies.
Peering, searching with blood red eyes.
Deny this pitiful being a glance.
Hold your heart and start to dance...
As decayed skin peels from its home.
You neither scream nor shout.
Unnerving is the smell and mold...
Welcome back, the night's about.
Don't stop dancing, you'll end the game
Satan's watching you again.
Don't stop the music, you'll need the sound.
Lest you end your time and drown.
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