Paroles de Good Mourning

Midnight dead of night, fearsomes no longer there Evil paranoia creeps upon you, bow down and say your prayers Afraid of the dead, you are only misled, by demons who come to torment you Frightened to sleep, astral travel will creep journey beyond reality Masturbating over the thought of some bitch who possess a witch Lust will always disturb you, the semen you spill is the being you've killed Has this child my fate, has this child any spirit?