The Chevelles

Delerium

The Chevelles


A monster with a gothic twisted mind 
Reeks havoc on a selfless cruel mankind 
He don't want your diamonds or your pearls
Your diary ain't nothin' in his world
Depravity, perfume array
He blinds your senses with decay 
Living a game of self disgust
Who you going to lust 
Delerium 
You won't find him on your streets at night 
Stalking the sewers of paris to the moonlight 
He don't want your rubies or your pearls 
Memories of love ain't in his world
Depravity, perfume array
He blinds your senses with decay 
Living a game of self disgust  
Who you going to lust
Delerium