Backseat of My Hearse - Calabrese

Leather pressed i envy how you scream

Into your hands claw me

Hypnotic hybrid dreams

The howls, they’re only gonna be sung

Night seeps into light

I am not allowed to bite

I can only wish for it

I can only wait for the moment of…

In the backseat of my hearse

We quit out talking

The moon reveals it curse

Like a horror movie on a friday night

You are not happy with your life

Why do you act like everybody

Music in my blood its a sinister beat

Demonic deeds and graveyard treats

See u from the stage and we must know

Can we drink your blood after the show