We are the dead
We come back to life
Only in the taste of blood we quench our thirst
So instinct is to go for the neck first
With our fangs we'll **** you dry
Turning you white and pale
Like the moonlight shining on kale
Please do not judge us by our appetite
For now we are undead and we hate the light
Making us hunt everynight
For this is our only way
To survive
And to thrive