Come a little closer
I won't bite
Look at the blood stains on my hand
They're not mine
Do you still trust me?
Of course not
I'm a monster
S Y N O P I S
"In which death steals the souls of many until stumbling upon a loved one"
D E D I C A T I O N
"You can't trust anyone"
"Why?"
"Because that's how they get you"
For the demons inside of our head
And for the monster who sleeps under my bed
