He is a monster produced by the sleep of reason. He was slouching towards Bethlehem when he was born. Now he enters wearing a cross, and says he represents the Boss. Maybe so. I don't know, The Messiah has been seen in every direction. He's selling comet-ride tickets, and he's buying arms. When the preaching comes to a halt, The faithful say it's the Government's fault. Maybe so. I don't know. The new religion says: "Angel, walk with me on through these vicious streets. It's guaranteed you wont see ten good men." The self fulfilling prophet sets his watch to Firetime, then makes true all those rumors of The End. Let it be. (Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door.) (Repeat 3 more x) He lights a cigarette and ignites his contract. The fine print has made a ready-roll out of his soul, but the god-damndest of the damned always has winning plan. Maybe so. I don't know.

What is it brings you here alone, Sister Love Midnight? What magic do you think I own, what sacred kiss or bite? All the rumors you have heard, you see, are just half true. What is it that you want from me? What can I give to you? I see you're into predators, well stalk them in the sun. For when the shade devours the day there'll be no way, or no place you can run. You're tethered just beyond my reach, Sister Love Midnight. We're a hanged man falling break-neck speed to when the rope gets tight. Like a vision just beyond the gates - a ghost without a tomb, there is a reason why you wait. What has been done to you? Should you feel the same as me, then heed my word, beware, lest the mirror calls your soul to find it isn't, to find that it's not there. Should you and I together, lie in wait for miracles? The miracles, the miracles of night! Should we close our eyes, conduct the cries that hail the miracles? The miracles! The miracles of night! Should we, Sister Love Midnight?

When I first saw you on the wrong side of the tracks, there was something in your eyes said I should have your back. Maybe it's my empathy for the damned. Can't help it baby, it's just who I am. CHORUS: It takes a madman like me to dig a monster like you, but madness is the name of that tune, Jennifer. It takes a monster like me to dig the madness that's you, and I'd gladly dance to the tune of you, Jennifer. Let's take this damn thing for a ride. You be my Bonnie, baby, you know I'm your Clyde (right turn, Clyde.) I know you'd like to see them bringing out their dead. Well, together baby, you and me can paint their landscape red. (CHORUS) BRIDGE: Aristocrats and paupers, they all toast their gods and devils. Quick to say what's odd is evil Quick with their ropes and shovels. They don't know what we're about, ain't heard the devil's gospel. Let's show them hell, and wish them well. We got some after life to sell. Then, we'll take everything we want or need, and show them no compassion, everyone who'd see us bleed. And, when they bring our joy ride screaming to an end, we'll count our lack of blessings as we crash our promised land. (Chorus)

Time, it's all me, gotta Rolex arm. I got some time to kill, and you're just another animal. Time is precious, how I use it means if I'm canonized or just another cannibal. Admire me, how I cut through the fast lane. You're afraid I'm going to get there first. Lay your trap, but I'm too quick with the wheels, and I'll just get dirty if you do your worst. Loathe me? Love me. (Chorus) I can't divorce myself from myself. To hit and run is integrated with my soul. I can't divorce myself from myself. Loathe me how I'm wired, but love how I roll. Excuse me, please while I forget your name. This hard drive space is used strictly for business, and, space is precious. How I use it means if I'm heaven bound, or headed down to the abyss. Look upon this metallic majesty, I'm the gold, death angel born on wings of steel. Fight or pray, it makes no difference to me. It's not my luxury to feel. Loathe me? Love me. I can't divorce myself from myself. To take down is integrated with my soul. I can't divorce myself from myself. Loathe me how I'm wired, but love how I roll. (guitar solo) Everything you have, it will soon belong to me. I don't protect, and I don't serve. There are no laws you've made that apply to me, I'd pay to have them broken if there were. Loathe me? Love me. I can't divorce myself from myself. To kill, it's integrated with my soul. I can't divorce myself from myself. Loathe me how I'm wired, but love how I roll.

Intro: Eucharist (spoken, first alone without any background sound. Sound effects creep in as the narration continues. A guitar picking (any chord the musician chooses) begins with the 4th line of the 5th stanza): This creature once drew breath. Mighty it was, conquering all that stood in its path. The Church. Some would call it wondrous, this beast. How it rose up defiant before the kingdoms of man, possessing all knowledge that was Man, that is Man. Now its carcass lay in rot. The Church is the vampire here, not I, nor you, priest. Garbed in black, offering up the blood of Christ, you are merely a lackey. Renfield, to its Dracula. Like Dracula, The Church took lives. The Church placed its fangs into the throat of civilization. All that was bitten became undead. But now, The Church has been exposed. Its fetid flesh decays in the morning rays of the new enlightenment. It is shady here, within the belly of the beast. All things not seen, are otherwise sensed in this darkness: the forever predawn hours. My lady and I have entered your "hallowed" place to feed, and to be wed. Sweet priest, prey for us, we hunger, feed us! We have heard of you. You offer blood! Flesh! Stories of violence! You yourself have told us we need this violence! I see placed before us, crackers and wine. What kind of facade is this? Haven't you told your sheep that god is real? God is real! They must believe you. I would vouch for your words validity, but who would take me at my word? After all, my lady and I, we are but creatures of dark myth. I: Church Wedding (Slow tempo ballad begins in whatever chord is picked toward the end of Intro.): I can offer cold eternity. You will freeze, but your soul will burn. My kiss will remove you from the day. In death you'll sleep, until I ask your return. With this kiss, I, thee wed. We'll confess to no one, for we are sin. Impale the priest, for his religion drools. Hang his body from the rafters, high! We will bathe beneath his flowing wounds. With this kiss, I, thee wed. (Musical interlude, same tempo- different theme): (Return to original theme): We will hunt, together in eternal thirst! The entire human race will be our prey. In love with death, we will paint the night. May blood and darkness rule all blackened days. With this kiss, I, thee wed. (Step up bridge to tempo change): II: Finding the Lost Boys (Speed metal): Defaced, the abandoned strip mall. Metal adorns the walls, that is, sprayed on logos of high decibel heroes, some rising, some on the fall. I hear that missing house pets have begged for their lives, there while tied to a homemade altar, beneath the graffiti- slogans of hate, swastikas and dark incantations. (1st chorus to II): Yeah, I know where the lost boys are. The Slayer screams inside their brains with a voice that is daggers through their dry-rotted skulls. Muffled only by the effect of misused drugs and cheap alcohol. Yeah, their mothers told them to believe in Jesus. They were told to walk righteous and tall, to honor their parents, to love their neighbor, to do works of kindness, and to respect the law. (2nd chorus [media] ): But here's the truth: Peter Pan is the demon that entices the children to Never Neverland, returning some to their beds before dawn, and leaving them bitter with the fact: The world just ain't like that. (Metal bridge): Except for the pirates Except for the fairies Except for the reptiles that would have you lose it lose it at the wrist. (Bridge down to slower tempo): III: Peter Pan's Dilemma (Slow tempo): In the clouds, see the man that's a boy.