Drunk On Your Veins (The Vampire Fly Chronicles Pt4)

Born on Bela's chest so cold In the coffin where stories are told Wings of black like the night’s regret I’m the fly you’ll never forget Trash cans rattle The alley sighs I see the fear in drunken eyes Drunk on your veins Sweet liquor remains I bite I bite In the dead of night Buzzing low through the smoky air Neon flickers A vampire’s lair The bar spits out its drunken prey Their stumble my feast My cabernet Trash-stained throne where shadows creep Bar fights echo where the drunks sleep I was born of Dracula’s flesh Your blood My wine Forever fresh Drunk on your veins Sweet liquor remains I bite I bite In the dead of night Cigarette butts my bed of ash Bar doors slam like thunder crash Drunks weave out, veins pulsing red My fangs sink in, their warmth my dread Drunk on your veins Sweet liquor remains I bite I bite In the dead of night Bela's curse in my tiny frame Alley king of this endless game Sweet booze flows through their battered skin I drink deep, let the night begin Trash cans rattle The alley sighs I see the fear in drunken eyes Drunk on your veins Sweet liquor remains I bite I bite In the dead of night