We Suck Young Blood. (Your Time is Up.)
Are you hungry?Are you sick?Are you begging for a break?Are you sweet?Are you fresh?Are you strung up by the wrists?We want the young blood
Are you fracturing?Are you torn at the seams?Would you do anything?Fleabitten, motheaten?We suck young blood
Won't let the creeping ivyWon't let the nervous bury meOur veins are thinOur rivers poisonedWe want the sweet meatWe want the young blood