Sex Death Money Drugs

In the garden at a little house
We gathered until the bats came out
We are stronger but still a slave
Black mass Witchcraft Paint the Cave
We Were taken from a riddled past
Our sins washed in a dirty bath
Dependance we can’t afford
Death mask Break Cast Cut the Chord
Sex Death Money and Drugs
Black wings circle from above
Sex Death Money and Drugs
They smell fear I taste blood
The darkness that holds us tight
A bond formed under soft moonlight
A danger you can’t ignore
Hands bound Face down Ask for more.