Clearly hypnotized by all the words that you've said.
Blowing all the days until you lay in my bed.
Now my souless nothing's turning grey into red.
As falling scarlet needles dance around in my head.

Tonight we'll fly under stars dressed in black.
Bite you immortal, or so says the bat.
One hand on your wing the other on your thigh.
With one timely moan, butterflies split the night.

A bite on her neck seems to penetrate deep.
Whispers of Magdalena has her drop to her knees.
A full line, a fat dime, with pictures to share.
A moment of silence while the audience stares.

A creep down your spine with a devious smile.
Forcefully colliding sweaty souls all the while.
Before the seizure her eyes disappear.
Filled full of darkness our path becomes clear.