Live with the Dead

Frightened eyes seem to despise me

With your back turned to the wall

Your warm lips tantalize me

Won't you become one of us

I live with the dead

Little boy come follow me home

Live with the dead

Little boy come follow me home

Mark of the beast on my rotting skull

Is in your glassy eyes

Let's eliminate the chosen few

I'm on my knees and you're on the altar

In my eyes - In my head

In disguise - In my bed

In my cold bed