Hiding behind the Shadows
I'll be waiting in the dark
To drive this blade straight through your heart
I'll drag your body to the car
As blood races down my arm
I think everyone will wonder where you are (tonight)

I'll hide you in my walls
Your body will never be found
i'll wear your skin As a suit pretend to be you
Your friends will like you more then they used to.

Dear diary my teen-angst [bad word] has a body count! (count!)
I believe its six going on to seven now!!! seven now!!!

I've been dreaming about you
In a pool of your own blood,
With your eyes gouged out
By the work of my thumbs,
The scent of your insides
From under the floor boards,
The perfect perfume
For settling the score

I'll hide you in my walls
Your body will never be found
I'll wear your skin as a suit, pretend to be you
your friends will like you more than they used to
pretend to be you, your friends will like you more than they used to

Ride the wings of...
Ride the wings of...

Ride the wings of pestilence!!!
Ride the wings of pestilence!!!
Ride the wings of pestilence!!!
Ride the wings of pestilence!!!