vamp

before the taste of wine she asks "have you seen me in your dreams like a nightmare?"

the silhouette as sharp as gold follows behind me, like a shadow of death trying to understand me. it mends me in all ways bringing my soul back to life. we spend most of our lives counting grains of sand.

"the holes are all buried with dead bodies" i say, "what definition did you really need?" she follows behind me in a dress all torn up and barely knit asking me "have you ever seen my face?"

and every time i step out on the street i think of new ways to cut this city up
in a world built on love and faith
i see her face appear with a question mark and make-up smeared
all dreams are coming to an end for me.

except the fact that you never really existed at all, and if you see me when i pass, keep walking, hopefully my shadow will follow you. death has an itchy touch for redemption, and ive made a pact with the moon tonight. that this city will be overrun, all soldiers will be capitalized under my will.

she asks "have you seen me in your dreams like a nightmare?" i say "yes i have but i kill you every time. im bad news baby, im corrupt minded and all filled with used motor oil. im bad news baby."

in my dreams she falls and shatters into flower peddles now, i cant seem to get these nightmares out of my head. in relation to her, i feel that i kill myself every time. this city wont last the night. burn the buildings down. mend my legs back together. bring me back to life. mend my legs back together. leave none alive.