Los Angel-Less

Here I sit, a vampire At my piano The flames burn, Glaringly higher And the eyes that stare Through the darkness Though they have no form, There's no need for alarm So burn So burn, Burn the flames Higher, and higher So burn, Burn the flames Never to expire Here I sit, a skeleton At my organ The candles in my kettle All burn hellishly, hellish hell And the laughter, unending, Echoes through the haunted house A little Christmas spirit, Ghostly haunting deadly spirit Every creature is stirring Even the mouse So burn So burn, Burn the flames Higher, and higher So burn, Burn the flames Never to expire Here I sit, myself at my instruments Here they sit, At their instruments And the music feels, and feels Terrifies, horrifies, forever scares Children of the night, What music we make So burn So burn, Burn the flames Higher, and higher So burn, Burn the flames Never to expire