I am young, and I'm in love Post-apocalyptic?
Sure
But it's something I'm working on
Equipped with a bible and a rifle, I should be fine, with this holiness on my side
But what's the good in a god by your side, when the devil creeps around my neck like a snake?
We march, in the damnation parade We're cast, Ill-starred in an operatic gun ballet I apologize
I have prior affairs I've arranged, I have a date with the gallows and I can't be late
I don't care much for your advice, this drink here is rather convincing,
But your horns and tail tell me otherwise
So I'm getting the hell out of here The stench of deceit is far too much to bare
And when we dance, oh how we'll dance before a conflux of crows
Like wolves, I can't help but lick my lips at the thought of biting
Into your skin, and tasting grace
Oh god what I'd give to feel the slightest bit alive again Temptation has a killer body
That boys got the devil inside him That boy's got it