There’s an old, abandoned pet cemetery hidden near the woods
At the end of desolate dirt road far away from neighborhoods
It’s rumored to have a haunted grave, where apparitions appear at night
Among the many old ghostly statues that during the day is a peaceful sight
Eerie cries at night and groaning sounds are rumored to be heard
Many believe it’s spirits of pet’s grief-stricken owners being stirred
On nights with a full moon, gossamer glows on stones under the moonlight
As sounds of barking, crying and meowing can evoke feelings of fright
There’s a beautiful old worn rod iron gate that surrounds the cemetery grounds
It’s kept locked and weeds have grown up over it as it remains closedown
Many see it as a godforsaken haunted and now forgotten lonely place
With painful memories of departed pets that cast an eerie light on the space
At night the gate is guarded with dog spirits of a Doberman and a Greyhound
And many have tried to capture the spirits on camera, but never to be found
Stabbing vitals with words is your pleasure
got me listening to music, the cure
so ill take robert smith's advice
'Cut Here' and 'Boys Dont Cry'.
'Pictures Of You' will wipe from my mind
ill 'Closedown' and sing this 'Love Song' tonight
'Strange Attraction', an infatuation
a combination of a 'pornographic' mind.
red tank is darkening slowly
'Saturday Night' never felt this lonely
my skin will 'Burn' in this blood tub tonight
do what it takes to get you out of my sight
and here will lie, this 'Bloodflower' of mine
a momento of my psychotic mind
i will ly remembering what used to be
all is lost, my mind is free.
'The Last Day of Summer' is the loneliest time
seeing blood has never felt this fine
its 'Just Like Heaven' some might say
So here is my song, today is my lucky day.