| Oh, that bittersweet scent of your flesh it gets me going.
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| Oh i think i’m going insane
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| (i confess, i’m possessed)
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| just a drop of your blood
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| just a taste of your skin
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| A bite of you is culinary seduction
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| When the daylights' gone
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| and the wolves start crying
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| count your blessings one last time bow to the rulers of the night
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| Even if there was a God he couldn’t help you right now
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| your savior is a lie.
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| it’s hard to say prayer when you’re eaten alive,
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| (Don't run away, my dear Valentine)
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| if you were to write a story about me
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| it would certainly be a tragedy
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| i drink your blood like wine
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| it’s my way of saying
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| («I love you from the inside»).
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| You look so fucking good…
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| With no head on your body
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| if this is a movie, you’re the Wilhelm Scream
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| Your darkest nightmare
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| is my wildest dream. |
| «Welcome to The Undead Diner
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| please take a seat and enjoy your stay
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| We offer a great variety of humans delicacies to appease your ravenous appetite
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| Enjoy your meal».
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| if you were to write a story about me
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| it would certainly be a tragedy
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| i drink your blood like wine
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| it’s my way of saying
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| («I love you from the inside»).
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| let me remind you:
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| This is a motherfucking feast
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| Don’t take me wrong when i devour your flesh while you lie in your bed
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| it’s just my way of saying you’re the best i’ve ever met
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| (Hush, Darling, Hush, Darling)
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| please don’t make a sound
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| One last dance before you die
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| baby, turn around.
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| Eat!
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| Eat!
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| Eat!
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| Eat!
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| My eyes are blackened from the hunger that sucks me dry
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| Haunted by the loss
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| of my sanity.
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| if you were to write a story about me
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| it would certainly be a tragedy
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| i drink your blood like wine
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| it’s my way of saying
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| («I love you from the inside»)…
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| I love you from the inside! |