Art of horror

Horror is back angels stop in their tracks like fading glows.
Vampire bite on her neck as she fights back to me singing
I don't mind it, I quite like it.
Love's like a nightmare running from
Undead delusions, screaming, moans

Don't tell the ghosts what they already know.
Well I guess we're better now
So much better let's move on
She's scared to death from all these scenes
And all the nightmares and all they mean
I will find them and I'll blind them.
Don't let the sad man get you down,
He's in the back ground screaming now

Don't tell the ghosts what they already know.
Well I guess we're better now so much better let's move on
She plucked my eyeball like a string,
Another nice sweet misery.
I cry like a wild child, wild
Don't tell the ghosts what they already know.
Well I guess we're better now so much better let's move on