Kerosene Dream

Perfidious Cavalcade: Unraveling the Enigmatic Tale of Kerosene Dream
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Lyrics

Red sun sinking in the valley tonight, o'er the city of neon haze.

Describing the sunset over a city filled with bright artificial lights.

Rolling up the mountain in the tangerine light is a perfidious cavalcade.

A deceptive procession moving up the mountain in the vivid evening glow.

Perched upon the carriage is a driver deceased, oh disciples falling behind.

A deceased driver leads, while followers continue despite the leader's death.

Whip cracks on a skeletal steed and it rises up into the night.

A whip sound as an emaciated horse rises into the night.


Cunning creature, the leader presides.

An intelligent and cunning leader takes charge.

Priest of the deadly, the mortals beguiled.

A religious figure deceives and manipulates mortals.

The lamplight through violet curtains she's sleeping behind...

A lamplight reveals a silhouette of a hidden figure.

It reveals the silhouette of a creature biding his time.

A mysterious being waits patiently in the shadows.


Deep in the valley of fluorescent sin, oh a thug finds his lady gone.

A person discovers their partner missing in a sinful area.

something of a conduit for magic within, he's gonna find where they're traveling on.

Someone with a connection to magic seeks to track their whereabouts.

Straight six revving like a howl in the night, roaring up from the twilight hills.

A powerful engine noise akin to a wild animal's cry emerges from the hills at night.

Cigarette was burning, curling whispers of white.

A cigarette burns, emitting wisps of smoke.

Yeah his pistol's got time to kill.

A person with a gun, waiting for something to happen.


Brakes be damned, the killer became.

A reckless individual disregards brakes.

Blood on the windshield and blood on his blade.

Violence and bloodshed result, leaving a trail of blood.

His heart it beats oom pa pa oom pa pa dealing such pain.

Describing the killer's heartbeats amid inflicting pain.

The man steps out his cab, his look as cool as the grave.

A calm and collected demeanor despite the grave situation.


Tie that binds the chosen few, a pact most serpentine.

Describing a binding agreement among a select group, often deceitful.

Where god-fearing men would just walk to their graves.

A contrast between those who follow blindly and those who challenge norms.

Well we burn like kerosene.

An analogy to burning intensely and quickly like kerosene.

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