, when you run your fingers through your hair. But resistance is futile. And I am gonna drink your blood. And I am gonna drink your blood. And I am gonna drink your
It must have been in September when, swiftly, we leapt from buildings, waiting for the perfect kill. And your eyes got crimson when you got closer.
We climb out of bed like the rest of you, post afternoon, and we don black suits. But all of us aren't quite as goth as they say we are, we just like
Thanks for coming out on such short notice. We like your headshots, but your head could have been better. Regrettably, you're not right for consumers
Where they met isn't relevant, so let's just say in the Wisconsin Dells. They drove fast through everywhere except Ohio. Because the cops there tend
Ties shoes in double knots and prefers unhappy endings. Dreams of flying over neatly-trimmed landscapes. Hates the sunlight too. When boarding airplanes
as big as the Russia the mapmakers made, and mighty as a big anvil hammer. But don't be afraid, because it will be over faster than you can say "snowcones
In her youth she made tons of pence ghost-penning songs for big hair aristocrats. Now she lies in a plush, velvet bed, shaped like a coffin and filled
come from the convergence of two, two dark gloves And I don't mind if you want to hide your fangs too x3 And I don't mind if you want to hide your fangs