Casanova Ghost: 4. Greyhound


Dead on the bus, dead on the bends
Dead in the heart, wounds that won't mend
One lonely greyhound, one hundred lonely souls
Dead on the bus, dead on the bends

I'm coming for you

Light in your soul, light your way home
No walls could hold you now
A bitter fate left for the chosen one
No walls can hide you now

I'm coming to kill you