All the monsters wear make up
Paint their faces with bright wide smiles
Throw torch light on treacherous roads
Make you walk paths you don't like.
All saints don't come with rituals
Some come with cults
At night, they unearth
Ghouls from their graves,
Who scream, yawn and fall off.
Do you remember what you're made of?
Don't say you don't
Because I held a piece of your flesh
Right between my lips and you moaned.
Do you dress like that often?
With pictures of fallen angels
Do they remind where you came from?
Had it not been for them, you wouldn't be born.
So are you the monster
Who sleeps on my bed?
'Cause I felt your eyes,
Choke me to death.
Are you a sinner or lover
Who takes pleasure in ruin...?
'Cause you remember my number
You know where I live.
I saw your kerchief
It had stains that weren't from my lips
Had you been to wrong house number
Did you slide in or did you receive an invite?