Some kind of crap that probably kill my brain = Pamela Love Jewelry

Stranded in this spooky town. Stoplights are swaying and the phone lines are  down. This floor is crackling cold he took my heart, I think he took my soul. With the moon I run far from the carnage of the fiery sun. Driven by the strangled vein. Showing no mercy I do it again, Open up your eye
I keep on crying, baby You'll bleed me dry. The skies are blinking at me
I see a storm bubbling up from the sea.