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The deepest ebony black
And the purest snow white
The tenderest touch on the keys
Sends chills running down my spine
And melodies rumbling deep from my throat
I love it when you make me beautiful
Dressing me up with your words and your music
I weep your absence
And long for your return to my stool
Without you I collect cobwebs
And with you I become much more
The lingering absence on your tongue
The cracking and bleeding of your chapped lips
The want, no, the need, for something to satiate you
Something
Anything
You keep calling yourself a vampire
Up all night, sleep all day
And your hands are so cold
You touch me with your vampire hands
I freeze, I freeze
Your delicate lips, crimson lust for a kiss
You and I could make history baby
Write about me like Dracula
Sing about me like Vampire Weekend
Love me for eternity, oh,
Suck me dry 'till I can't bleed
A large blue bruise welted up on his skin
The reminder of last night's events start playing again
Slick with sweat from head to toe
Both bodies caught in passion's throe
Lights turned off so you can't see
Cries of wondrous ecstasy
Music blaring
Clothes are tearing
His head is spinning
No longer grinning
He's filled with lust and greed
He takes what he wants
She's done with this deed
A violent hit
He's s
.
The footage of the man in the demented mask
Crawling acrosd the floor on his hands and feet
Pushing the two blades into the woman's neck as she screams
He presses them in
Oh
So
Slowly
And blood is pouring out
And she's dying,
Dying,
She's dead
It's burned into my brain
It's driving me insane
To infinity, and beyond
So many dreams wrapped up in one statement
Childish thoughts and grown up hopes
I may never make it to outer space but lying here with you right now
I've made it to my infinity
And you've taken me beyond any place I'd ever hope to reach
The indecisions
Whirling around in my brain
Do I really love you
Or have I gone insane?
Your voice, it stays in my mind
It makes my heart beat quick
But when you say "You're lovely" to me
It makes my head feel sick
The rusty silo out on the slope of the green hill
So desolate,