Drowning the young,
and draining the innocence.
I wanna rise from my grave,
With a cross across my chest.
She's a demon in bright colors,
Letting the terror flow.
It's a well thought out corruption,
Using waves of flesh and blood.
You can't call out in fear,
Your loved ones will never hear you.
You can't let her in on the madness brewing,
It will only encourage her.
