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ryness - vampires lyrics

restless souls, with eyes black as coles
free from death, don’t pay life’s tolls
double puncture holes, head lolls side to side
why walk the halls when you can effortlessly glide?
bloodlust shakes dust from the bones –
virginal moans, senses honed
scratch on the window when you’re all alone
prowl the dusk until the break of dawn
took a bloodbath with báthory at the castle
she sought eternal youth but in truth it’s not worth the h-ssle
time remembers one time once that’s why life’s so precious
every moment is stolen which makes the gods jealous
airless lungs, countless rungs –
to climb on the ladder back to where you came from
cracked the scales of justice cos my soul weighs a ton
but the song ain’t over till the song is sung
crashed the gates, left them swinging on their hinges
left the dog at home cos all he does is whinge –
is this all there is or is there more to come?
or do the parts that we play each outweigh the sum?
sometimes i wonder why people need to know for certain
what lies behind the curtain?
i’m on the other side looking back
in fact, it’s like a 2-way mirror –
every step that you make takes you 2 steps nearer
remain concealed until i choose to appear –
smell your fear
no point in screaming cos nobody can hear
come jump the queue don’t step to the rear
on reflection my reflection is reflectionless
excuse me if i neglected to mention this
preceding my invitation to the premises –
premise is i’m the arch nemesis
smashed the mirror, left no shards of evidence –
velvet glove wrapped around an iron fist
supreme ventriloquist, shrouded in mist
in the dark veins sparkle like amethyst
images shift from opaque to transparent
only after my demise is my reprise apparent
stone fortifications provided ample defences from marauding nations
stuck my head out on the battlements for closer examination
but the sunlight exacerbated my chronic skin agitation. irritation
in my frustration, spiked more than half of them just for my own titillation
the rest turned and fled, a hundred miles and runnin’
to spread word of my guile, wiles, wit and cunning

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