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