Hell_child

When the night, Has come.. 
          	And the land is dark.. 
          	And the moon, Is the only light we'll see.
          	No I won't, Be afraid.
          	No, I won't be afraid.
          	
          	Just as long.. As you stand, Stand by me. 
          	(finish it)

Hell_child

You've got me shaking from the way you're talking
          My heart is breaking but there's no use crying
          What a cyanide surprise you have left for my eyes
          If I had common sense I'd cut myself or curl up and die
          
          Sticks and stones could break my bones
          But anything you say will only fuel my lungs
          
          Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts
          If this is love I don't wanna be loved
          You pollute the room with a filthy tongue
          Watch me choke it down so I can throw it up.
          
          Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts
          If this is love I don't wanna be hanging by the neck
          Before an audience of death.
          
          You could be the corpse and I could be the killer
          If I could be the devil, you could be the sinner
          You could be the drugs and I could be the dealer
          Everything you say is like music to my ears
          
          You could be the corpse and I could be the killer
          If I could be the devil, you could be the sinner
          You could be the drugs and I could be the dealer
          Everything you say is like music to my, music to my ears
          
          Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts
          If this is love I don't wanna be loved
          You pollute the room with a filthy tongue
          Watch me choke it down so I can throw it up.
          
          Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts
          If this is love I don't wanna be hanging by the neck
          Before an audience of death
          (Before an audience)
          
          Failure find me
          To tie me up now
          'Cause I'm as bad, as bad as it gets
          Failure find me
          To hang me up now
          By my neck cause I'm a fate worse than death
          
          What a cyanide surprise you have left for my eyes
          If I had common sense I'd cut myself or curl up and die