Season Of The Dead / Forbidden Pleasure
Frank “Killjoy” Pucci
Confusion starts to fade
I lay in a pool of blood
Cold chills under my skin
A sign my life's coming to an end
Cloud of mist
I travel at light speed
The tunnel of life escaping me
Burning grip takes hold as I die
Sulfuric gas collides with acid rain
My body burns
Everlasting pain
A lost soul searching for domain
I beg for mercy
My torture never stops
Endless hemorrhage
Suffering for the sins of life
Forbidden pleasure
The rite to live
A time to die!