There is a brand of sickness I will never expel--
He manifests in ways
That stake your body
In hell
I'll never be the dreamer I am watching,
At least to keep me company while we still sing.

And so I met a suffragette with moonlight for hair--
In desperate need of blood, I drank what she had to spare
And now I think I'll dream a little more,
At least to keep on running from this fatal Thing

With Michael soaring over me,
I am the lowly vampire
I do not inspire
And I cannot create

I drank up all our blood
My love was not enough
We had to let it go
And sink our buddy's fate.

I'm host to many parasites, but one of them is me--
Who compounds the vacancy,
Which meets itself Free
A lot of stars were cast out in the process,
Well, they all run away from me. Don't you see?

I see myself reflected in their image
Yet disparate and beautiful,
I let them Be
I miss them in the dark
No, I will never see you
Again

So bring me to a Happy End