Westside Demon Trap

(straight out the dark) (west side)

Creep along the curb when the sun goes down Ash on the

asphalt, quiet in the town They talk a holy game till the

smoke rolls in Only one kind of venom makes a demon grin

Cold concrete under worn-out soles Carrying the fire while the curfew tolls

Lock the heavy gate,

draw the chalk outline (draw it deep)

Nothing holds the dark like the bloodline

West side blood is the only decent demon trap

Run through the crossroad,

never looking back

Iron in the dirt,

let the circle snap West side blood is the only decent demon

trap (never looking back)

Rituals carved in the alleyway brick

Wick burning down to the final quick

Other sects folded when the howling began

We stood our ground where the cul-de-sac ran

Spill it on the threshold,

set the cold spark Nothing else keeps 'em chained in the dark

Lock the heavy gate,

draw the chalk outline (draw it deep)

Nothing holds the dark like the bloodline

West side blood is the only decent demon trap

Run through the crossroad,

never looking back

Iron in the dirt,

let the circle snap West side blood is the only decent demon

trap (let it snap)

Silver won't do it

Salt won't hold

Only red heritage keeping us bold

(burn it clean)

West side blood West side blood (shut the

trap)