The Wind blows hard on the graveyard.
Not a mortal to be seen. A kingdom of ghost and corps.
And it looks, like I'm the king. The wind is pouring like the storm inside.
Couldn't hold it in. Hades knows I tried. Don't let him in. Don't let him see be the straight boy you always have to be.
Conceal don't feel. Don't let him know.
WELL KNOW HE KNOWS