I get that this all a big myth
A parable
I get that you find comfort in shit
That's mystical
Does it feel like a daydream?
Like you're lost inside your head?
And if it boils in your bloodstream
All the ghouls will paint you red
They'll drink you dry
They'll drink you dry
They'll drink you dry
I follow you, I follow you to
The basilica
And they'll feed on you
They'll feed all your flesh
To the animals
Does it feel like a daydream?
Like you're lost inside your head?
And if it boils in your bloodstream
All the ghouls will paint you red
They'll drink you dry
They'll drink you dry