My Love is Coming for You
Wes Borland
Like a pack of wolves
In the dead of night
Like a howling wind
That blows out the light
My love is coming for you
You're the one I crave
I've got an empty heart
Like an open grave
Like the mystic tombs
Where the shadows fall
Like a candle's flame
Floating down the hall
My love is coming for you
As the black crow flies, flies, flies
It's like an empty head
With a thousand eyes