Night call...

What if I said I'd like to kill
A word to whisper of how many times over
My root is the beast of all evil
My eyes are filled with the love of all things colder

The sun goes down and I get my demons
The night call comes and I feel my pulse
Friends or family if they could see me
I wear the suit but the shoes take my roots

The thrill of my skin crawling of the rights I've done
I'm the demon that seeks amongst the living
For the love of searching I can see no wrong
I can't keep hiding and forgive my killings

The grey stone of where they live is my castle and I hold the key
The killing room where they bleed
Is my kingdom and I am the king

Pillars of stained glass windows
Explosive social get out clause
Start small and get to their heart
Kill slowly and get to their soul

The thrill of my skin crawling of the rights I've done
I'm the demon that seeks amongst the living
For the love of searching I can see no wrong
I can't keep hiding and forgive my killings
I'm doing no wrong
I succumb to the night call
I'm the demon in the cold night breeze
I'm doing no wrong
I'm doing no wrong
I'm a sheep to a night call