A devil in a midnight mass He prayed behind stained glass A memory of Sunday class Resurrected from the past Hold your breath and count to four Pinky
Translation: Talent, Billy. Devil In A Midnight Mass.
Translation: Talent, Billy. Devil In A Midnight Mass (Alternate).
A devil in a midnight mass, He prayed behind stained glass A memory of Sunday class Resurrected from the past Hold your breath and count to four Pinky
A devil in a midnight mass Who preyed behind stained glass A memory of Sunday class Resurrected from the past I was told that the world wouldn't believe
t feel hunger, pain or love Almost midnight the high arrives The dose is strong His anxiety is great The needle relights the night It's midnight
: A devil in a midnight mass, He prayed behind stained glass A memory of Sunday class Resurrected from the past Hold your breath and count to four Pinky
: A devil in a midnight mass Who preyed behind stained glass A memory of Sunday class Resurrected from the past I was told that the world wouldn't believe
Devil in a midnight mass, Who prayed behind stained glass. A memory of sunday class, Resurrected from the past. I was told that the world wouldn't believe
his chair Do you remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl? There were lazy drunken bastards singing billy and the bowl They took you up to midnight mass
scare her I'm quick to blast motherfucker (Yeah, what's up?) It feels like I'm bustin' a nut When I open you up 'Cause your body is exposed to the midnight
't hang around my Momma 'cause I scare her I wanna blast, motherfucker It feels like Im bustin' a nut when I open you up 'Cause your body is exposed to the midnight
my grind Not even midnight can stop my shine Let me confront, the ultimate sin You're ready to die, but I'm dying to live Verse 3: What you know about mass
There's a man who walks the lonely field at midnight He wears a matching suit, steel tipped shoes and the diamonds And he holds the dying flame, the loaded
Moving to the sound of the midnight masses Fighting off terminal seventies stasis Cruising down Woodward gotta find me some action Looking for a lover
Die by my hand I creep across the land Killing first-born man I, rule the midnight air The destroyer Born, I shall soon be there Deadly mass I, creep
interlock your fingers with mine And squeeze tight Stay close behind We haven't much time So I'll cut to the quick We'll burn the midnight oil The sun
