I'm at it again,
I can't stop myself from committing this sin...
I'm about to take another life,
I'm about to take a husband from his wife...
When was the last time I fed?
The question is constantly repeated at night before I go to bed.
When was the last time I walked out in the sun?
Living in the shadows have just become more fun.
How many more will fall victim to my hunger?
I guess it doesn't matter when the bodies get put under.
Why do I stay awake at night?
Too afraid to burst into flames in broad daylight.
The red eyes that pierce through the soul to hypnotize,
captivated by my gaze that tell the prettiest lie.
Now, let me think...
When was the last time I had a bite to drink?
