Verse 1 Once they wore a velvet cape, Only ventured out at night, Kept a coffin in the cellar, Stayed well hidden from the light. Now the cape became a necktie, And the castle changed its name, But wherever there’s a weakness, Someone learns to work the game. Pre-Chorus No garlic hanging by the door, No wooden stake in sight, The modern ones don’t need your blood To feed an appetite. Chorus Welcome to the smorgasbord, Everybody takes a bite, One feeds on the body, One feeds upon the fright. Another takes your money, Another sells the cure, And somewhere underneath it all A person just wants more. No fangs beneath the moonlight, No coffin on the floor, Just vulnerability laid out On a vampire’s smorgasbord. Verse 2 Take a vial, take a sample, Take a number, take a seat, There’s a price upon your sickness When suffering and business meet. There’s healing in the building too— Good hands that genuinely care— But a system can grow hungry When there’s profit in despair. Pre-Chorus So don’t confuse the healer With the machine they’re working in, There are hearts inside the system Still fighting from within. Chorus Welcome to the smorgasbord, Everybody takes a bite, One feeds on the body, One feeds upon the fright. Another takes your money, Another sells the cure, And somewhere underneath it all A person just wants more. No fangs beneath the moonlight, No coffin on the floor, Just vulnerability laid out On a vampire’s smorgasbord. Verse 3 Somewhere bodies become numbers, Somewhere people become trade, Human lives reduced to value, And fortunes can be made. Trafficked, bought and exploited, The darkest markets thrive— When someone’s worth more broken Than they’re valued while alive. Bridge And when the vampires finish, Who gathers what remains? Who profits from the wreckage? Who washes off the stains? The cannibals come circling, For leftovers on the plate— Not monsters from a horror film, But greed that learned to wait. Breakdown Maybe that’s the oldest story: Power hungry for some more. Different century, different costume, Same old banquet at the door. But here’s the thing about a vampire— It prefers you in the dark. Questions have a funny habit Of becoming little sparks. Final Chorus So close the bloody smorgasbord— No more feeding on the fright. Put the person before profit, Drag the shadows into light. Ask who gains from every system, Ask who pays and ask what for, Because human lives were never meant To stock a smorgasbord. No fangs beneath the moonlight, No coffin anymore— Just learn to recognise the hunger Before you feed it more. Outro The old tales warned of vampires… Maybe they just got the costume wrong. 🧛🎶
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