Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Fly, spread your demon wings over my
Winter lullaby
Poison pushes from the inside
A main line into the night
Something wicked
In the black stretch hearse
A community of flies
Searching for the light
Eyes, everywhere they are watching me
I can't get them out of mind
They send transmissions from the inside
A main line into the night
Something wicked
In the black stretch hearse
Community of flies
Searching for the light
Something wicked
(Something wicked)