Saint Valentine
Oh valentine, you're not a saint
You're the devil in disguise
The more lovers I acquaint
The more I discover your lies
Your roses, red.
Your victims too
You shot them dead
Out of the blue
You say it’s love, The perfect con
Playing with the puppet’s strings
Making up those rosy songs
Controlling, when somebody sings
February the 14th
A day to hate, a day to die
The devil rises from beneath
Oh, so cheeky. Oh, so sly
Catching all the souls he pleases
Catching all of us off guard
Until the last of our hope ceases
Have us praying to our Gods