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