Beast within

dripping with sin

whispering dreams

of cemetery things.

Crawling with rage

on the filthy stage

while disks whirl

into violent swirls.

'We've got what you need

watch us as we bleed.

We are your nightmare souls

full of bullet holes.'

Pointed feet dance

given half the change

on the wings

of angelic things.

In Heaven's grace

they have no place.

Never wanted

never cared.

Monsters call

they laugh as we fall.

'Don't you know?

We belong down below.'