Something To Stalk About

>> In the graveyard glow beneath

a static moon.

Yeah, my body whispers that I'll

be seeing you soon.

Black lace secrets hanging from

the telephone wire.

Your little coven dancing around

the funeral pyre.

You hear my name in the back of the

church in the dead of damn

stations where the lost souls lurk.

Well, I don't mind the rumors if the

candle stay lit.

>>

>> Every broken little heretic is love and

that's SO, GIVE THEM SOMETHING TO

STALK ABOUT.

SOMETHING dark to scream and shout.

>> Silver knives

>>

and all

that

doubt baby.

Give them something to

>>

>> stalk about.

>>

>> Something in the shadows moving under

your bed. Something in the choir

singing names of the dead. They say the

cult decides he's got a hold on your

mind. Well, maybe we were monsters

all along inside.

I see you painted pale in the red TV

glow

with your

mascara

tears at the midnight show. You wear

devotion like a crucified crown

and all the pretty vampires gather

round. So give THEM SOMETHING TO

TALK ABOUT.

>>

>> SOMETHING CURSED AND twisted around.

Whispers from beneath

the ground. Baby, give them something

to

talk about.

>>

>> Light the candles

slow.

>>

>> Let the whole

world know

if they're going to fear us

sadly, well, we might as well

put on a show.

Now the

>>

>> city sleeps, but the signal survives.

Just like a ghost transmission keeping

dead hearts alive. And every lonely

outsider hearing this tonight raises up

their blackened hands into

the light. So

give them something to

>> talk about.

>>

Something wicked

crawling

out.

>>

>> Ancient symbols, sacred mouths.

Baby, give them something to

talk about.

Give them something strange to see.

Something no one dares believe.

A little beautiful blasphemy.

>>

>> Something to

talk about.

>> Oh.