I run scared from practised vampire hunters
Eating toe-mat-toes just to see the red
When I'm thirsty
I drink from a stray dog
And let the cry of children fuel my dreams
I like to smile at the preacher in the church house
On a dark overcast Sunday mornin
As he screams of sin and women fan the air
Hopping on pews
Avoiding crosses and shotgun blasts
I'm like a fox
Quicker than a flash
I put a good fifty miles in before sunset
And slept steady in a barn
While the glow was bright
Vampire hunters
Glass skin
Dead hands haunt me in my dreams
And I always see the old woman
Who made me a monster
The whites of her eyes
No pupil to be seen
The darkness of her bedroom
Sepia pictures
Dust and blood crust glass
She screamed a laugh and flew in through the window
I couldn't raise my knife fast enough
She stood there laughing fangs dripping
Those white eyes
Move so close to mine
She says "Welcome to hell"
Drops of my life blood falling
On my face
Welcome to hell
Ain't very creative
Cause hell is a place
But this is something else
No more slow dances
Where you body tempts me
Now I'm only tempted by the
Pulsing in your skin
No more sunsets sunrises
Sweet apples, peaches or pumpkins
No more warm skin
No more fun
Just run and eat and eat and run