A Steak Through the Heart Will Only Make Him Hungry
Flattest day of a summer's night and I
Can't know what you said the effect was.
I was too busy with my foot in my mouth,
Biting off my toes one at a time
To get past their wall and to your throat.
This vampirism is a lust that creeps
To the tip of my tongue when I'm near you,
feels me drip and fall to the river of blood
That consumes my dreams, consumes my nights, consumes my days.
Consumes all that I am and all that I'll never be.
For you. For you. For you. For you.
Sickness can't even begin to describe
The condition of my mind.
I was too afraid to stand up to the moon
To avoid turning into the monster again.
But it's a little too late for that now.
A little too late for you now.
The bite marks on my neck stand for apathy.
The bite marks on my neck.
The bite marks on my neck stand for apathy.
The blood on my wall stands for who you were.
And who I see you as now.
I did this all for you.
I did this all for you.
©Ben Morse 2005
Can't know what you said the effect was.
I was too busy with my foot in my mouth,
Biting off my toes one at a time
To get past their wall and to your throat.
This vampirism is a lust that creeps
To the tip of my tongue when I'm near you,
feels me drip and fall to the river of blood
That consumes my dreams, consumes my nights, consumes my days.
Consumes all that I am and all that I'll never be.
For you. For you. For you. For you.
Sickness can't even begin to describe
The condition of my mind.
I was too afraid to stand up to the moon
To avoid turning into the monster again.
But it's a little too late for that now.
A little too late for you now.
The bite marks on my neck stand for apathy.
The bite marks on my neck.
The bite marks on my neck stand for apathy.
The blood on my wall stands for who you were.
And who I see you as now.
I did this all for you.
I did this all for you.
©Ben Morse 2005