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Nightfall and his axe is gettin dull
Wanna burn a candle wanna burn it in a scull
Writin letters to a friend
Stains of make-up smeared out on the hand-made smokies end
What a way to be a winner
Hate thru the mail
What a live-home little sinner
Try him hell fail
Signin up for duty in black now
Hatin it from PO Box 4
Hear it from the Lord of the Dusk hes a bore
Screamin to an evil 4-track tape
Plug in to his headphones for a so-called aural r*pe
Demon posters at his wall
Posin in the snow wont let you hear the demons call
Workin on a date with the devil
Stood up for the twentieth time
Lord of the dusk fk-up dressed like a mime
No rush tonite
Cant get it right
No vampire bite
Just a little fright