Boy, You Better Pray That I Bleed

Anybody Knows, You Can Conjure Anything By The Dark Of The Moon

I Am The Worst Influence. If You Can't Handle Your Vices, Then I Am The Devil.

Years Go By Will I Still Be Waiting For Somebody Else To Understand Years Go By If I'm Stripped Of My Beauty And The Orange Clouds Raining In Head Years Go By Will I Choke On My Tears Till Finally There Is Nothing Left One More Casualty You Know We're Too Easy Easy Easy

You Decide Whether You Look At Your Reality Or Live Pretending These Feelings Don't Exist.

When They Say Take From My Body, I Think I'll Take From Mine Instead. Getting Off, Getting Off While They're All Down Stairs.