Come hither and kiss the electric phantom, a savage wink from a broken dream. Feel my tender lips, a sandpaper kiss and hot breath made of soil. A coin for your primal terror, look no further than silver moonlight and shadows that flicker. There you will find me, a vague memory of curses and kings. Set forth on your courage, the man of cloth will not be wise to my sin, for he is the wolf among sheep. Take my hand lad, the night is young. Tomorrow is an echo of our deeds, a broken clock set against our crimes. Tonight I'll drink this whiskey, a final shot for sleeping children and innocence, may their hearts be spared this blinding rage...