Here we are in hell again
Autumn leaves don't know how to pretend
The time is right for a night of sin
Bones will break but will heal again
I lost a lot of blood making friends
I made a lot of friends making enemies
It's either this or the flood
There's blood on your brush and that doesn't paint a pretty picture
Do you want to get dark?
You can't trust what you can't kill
Do you want to get dark?
If red is murder than what color is dead?
And we will wait until the sun comes up
Do you want to get dark?
You can't trust what you can't kill
Do you want to get dark?
If red is murder than what color is dead?
And we will wait until the sun comes up to go to sleep