Horror Fiction Shows Us That

Funny That. We Live In Islands Of Hours And We Never Seem To Have Time Enough For Anything.

Sung To The Tune Of O Christmas Tree O Woe Is Me, O Woe Is Me, I Used To Have A Hamster Tree, But It Was Eaten By A Newt, And Now I Have No Cuddly Fruit, O Woe Is Me, O Woe Is Me, I Used To Have A Hamster Tree!

All I Ever Wanted To Do Is Darken The Day And Brighten The Night

Everybody Is A Book Of Blood; Wherever We're Opened, We're Red.

We Burn So Hard, But We Shed So Little Light; It Makes Us Crazy And Sad.