Down on a place called Earth
Under a soft white cloud
Under a roof called home
There was a heart that yearned
He had a purpose in life
To keep himself alive
But when he fell in love
It was as though he died
See you in there, still breathing, and talking
Crying tears for no one
Without sleep, food or reason
Alcohol to preserve him
What is love like, with a stone cold heart?
She was a voodoo priestess
In another life
She would invest in souls
And lead an easy life
She never met her match
She lived to eat her catch
A little kiss of white powder
Would turn her love into trash
She leaves them, still breathing and talking
Crying tears for no one
Without sleep, food, or reason
Alcohol to preserve them
As darkness falls, he calls out for pity
And so life-like, as her spell goes to work
To enslave him to act on her will
Another zombie lover
And he's a servant without hear
He's the undead, waiting for her in hell