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(feat. Verb)

[Verb]
My throat is dry
I slit my wrist to bring it all to an end, but
the wounds would only heal every time I tried
to bless my skin with the razor, every time without end
He touched my lips and, I touched his soul
Until it was consumed and absorbed into mine through
the fluids that bring life
There remained none but me and my kind
My throat is dry, as I roam these dark and dreary urbane streets
barefoot over broken glass
Seeing souls wandering aimlessly, begging for peace eternal
I, the shadowy savior of them all
As my sihlouette is seen in the moonlight
On my ? ? this burgundy
And my ivory fangs, thrust into the craw
just to see the crimson fountain gush from his neck
I drink, I feed
Fed-Exing death at random from times immemorial
Immortal, undead, agony without end
My eyes have seen
They come and go but we remain
His mahogany complexion called me, ring-ing in my head
Beckoning me to come closer
Until it almost drove me mad
I let him buy me a drink and rescue me from the strobelights
And musty drunkenness of mortals gyrating
and grinding their hips while, I grind my teeth in agony
Hungry for his flesh..

(Yo, you sure you alright sweetheart?)
Yeah whassup?
(You wanna go out to the car and bless this with me?)
Yo you should let me roll
(Ain't no problem)

As yellow clouds of gaseous matter scatter through the interior's
aqua-blue Land Cruiser's emotions aroused
My aggressive behavior, flesh upon flesh
As he became warm with the sweat of passion, and
I grew cold..
Thrust my undying bone through his skin
Penetrating red blood cells that deliciously burst on my taste-buds..
And drain him of this pitiful existance slowly
to savor these moments of ecstasy

(Yo yo yo that's feelin too good)
(Yo yo yo yo slow it up though, ay ay)
(Ay?! WHAT THE? WAIT, YO!)

The inevitable, I your Dark Queen
who you sing high pitched hymns of praise of this pain I bring
Marvel at my beauty, bask in my infiniteness
Bow to my excellence until I swallow the last of these lifely fluids
An Offering, unto this crimson God
Feel my ancient wisdom, taste my approval
Until another disciple of we dark creatures, stumble into our midst
My throat is dry, undying, without end
Showering blessings of death, forever and ever, amen