It´s not the knife you bleed on.
It´s not the cancer in your bones.
It´s not the sunrise choking.
It´s not the blood red moon alone.

It´s not the way you look dead.
It´s not the silent season.
It´s not the suffer intense.
It´s not the life you feed on.

It´s the way the night falls into feeling grey.

Empire, I was built around your heart. (Hey, Hey, Let the right one in.)

It´s not the ghost you kill with.
It´s not the yellow eyes you crush.
It´s not your falling senses.
It´s not the barrel of this gun.

It´s the way the night falls into feeling grey.

Empire, I was built around your heart. (Hey, Hey, Let the right one in.)