Letra de The Howler
Here is the angel of the world's desire Placed on trial To hide in shrouded alley silhouettes With cigarette coiled To strike at passing voices Dark and suspectHere is the howling ireHere is the sacred face of rendezvous In subway sour Whose grand delusions prey like intellect In lunatic minds Intent and focused on The long thin matches To light the howling fire...No, no, not me,Burn, I don't wanna burn...