uh uh black corpse made it right Got a black-blood soul like a weapon in my hand Turning all these opps to dust across the land Spinning out the blade, yeah, I’m carving up the night Smashing on a goth girl right beneath the pale light Death City madness, yeah, I’m reaping up the spine Taking out a demon while I pour the red wine Got a black-blood soul like a weapon in my hand Swinging out the dagger till the whole block jam Step in the venue, got the demon-hunting blade tucked Opps running sideways when they see the way the clip’s stuck Witching-hour madness, spinning up the scythe slash Turn a coward’s chest right into bloody red ash I’m a weapon user, yeah, my resonance is off chart Pumping black blood straight into a hater’s cold heart Spinning out the dagger, let it glint in the strobe light Hunting down a target in the middle of the dark night Got a goth shawty with a choker and a pale face Pulling her up close while I’m wrecking up the whole place Look. Shibusawa shadows, yeah, I’m creeping in the shadows Cutting down the fiends like a reaper through the meadows Opps talking crazy till I flash the switchblade steel Make ‘em realize that the nightmare is real Grab a gothic shorty by the waist, make her scream out Shattering the venue till the structural beams route Pinking up the blade with the blood of a rival Demon-slaying music is the ultimate survival Smashing in the back room, leather and a black dress Living out the madness and I’m loving every excess Got a black-blood soul like a weapon in my hand Turning all these opps to dust across the land Spinning out the blade, yeah, I’m carving up the night Smashing on a goth girl right beneath the pale light Death City madness, yeah, I’m reaping up the spine Taking out a demon while I pour the red wine Got a black-blood soul like a weapon in my hand Swinging out the dagger till the whole block jam Black lace caught in the teeth of my zipper Cold blood running, got a taste for the bitter Ash on the sheets, red wine on the dresser Goth bitch obsessed, should’ve fucking known better Fangs in her neck, got her nails in my skin Black blood staining the porcelain sink Silver on her wrist, black dress on the floor One bite deep, now she’s begging for more Dead-eyed stare, got the whole room twitching Bassline cracks, hear the floorboards splitting Opps turn pale when the black blade’s swinging Blood on my cuffs, got the whole crowd flinching Lipstick stains on the lid of my coffin Six feet deep, heard the grave dirt dropping Clawed my way out, now the whole block’s watching Back from the dead with the bass still knocking Cold skin, sharp teeth Her pulse racing underneath Black lace, red sheets Still can’t get enough of me Got a black-blood soul like a weapon in my hand Goth bitch on my arm, got her lipstick on my fangs Opps turn to dust when the black blade swings Whole room goes silent when the death bell rings Death City madness, got the red wine spilling Fangs against her neck, feel her heartbeat skipping Got a black-blood soul, watch the whole block ignite Emo bitches ruining my fucking life
