Из альбома: Heat Fetish

As the moon waxed and waned,
He felt the depth of his love shoot right to the surface
Overwhelmed by the once suppressed need to devour something whole
The shapes began to shift and right before his eyes, his angel became his meal
Call off your hunt, that kill is mine
I'm leaving town with her blood on my breath, lord knows when we'll feed again
I walked away with her hand on my chest, lord knows when we'll feed again
Angel, keep your wings clean
And don't get near him if he isn't "me" angel,
Until his eyes go red to blue,
Keep your thoughts as pure as gold,
Cause he can read your mind and his head ain't right, no
Before the fever leaves our home pray for his salvation
He'll say he means no harm
Eclipsed eternally now by the echoes of her final breath
Roaming tormented from town to town to forever stalk the highway
The shapes began to shift and right before my eyes, you become my meal
Call off your hunt, that kill is mine

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