Sundays possessed

This is an anthem for the calling 

For my beautiful falling angels 

A pleasurable feast of the mauling 

Hearts as key chains, here them jingle jangle 

This is the call for attention 

For my worthless women 

Black cat crossing, superstition 

You know who you are, you know them 

This is a song for my pale zombies 

A holiday for the crazies 

We make you wish you should have kissed your mommy 

The presence of god, isn't here at the moment baby 

This is the end for the empires of the south 

I'll spit molten into the holes of the earth, and into the portions of your mouth 

This is the dawn of the yawn of us dark creatures

My honeys are so creepy, with sick sadistic features  

My body is ever cold, dry ice hands, only one could hold 

My heart is a strange geography, loving me is like dirty pleasure, a endless pornography 

Sunday is the day of the church, you put the man in the sky first 

But when the Sunday sun falls like Lucifer had, and the night cries out to be saved, by me 

And only me, for I am the mourn of your night

For I am the black spell under your nails, I await for your betrayal 

Let me carry your mind into its death, I am the reaper of your dreams last breath 

Lay down now and don't rely on a prayer, for you called upon me 

For my nightmares are what worry my darkest slayers 

Now look into my eyes, for heaven weeps for they lost an angel tonight