I have, I hold the key, to nothing, it's a small Murder, murders in the hands, of motion, as It seems to be No more doors No more locks No more windows No more box

When the priest kill a maiden in the metal church Armored saints and warlocks watched the slaughter Rage of the slayer forced the pretty maids To kiss the queen in crimson glory Woooaaaahhhyeeeaaaahyeeaaah Take some venom and accept That you won't see

I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late I don't blame you for being you But you can't blame me for hating it So say, what are you waiting for? Kiss her, kiss her Always on (always on) I'm sleeping on your folk's porch again, dreaming She