Lyrics

I am the astral son I am the call to arms I am the blanket of death between the moon and the stars I'm a werewolf, baby The vampire man I am the thing you started and the floor that you will land I am the missing teeth I am the whip machine I am the missing corpse and every vacant in between I'm a hail of bullets I'm a perfect storm Without you and within me, never dead and never born I am your scarlet fever I ain't no common flu I'm the pandemic, baby, I will do what devils do If it's cold and blue That's what makes it true I am the god without a god, best be damn sure I will see it through