Black lace midnight on the Boulevard Halos dripping poison through my veins Every stranger wears a neck I could adore I still trace your names in the smoke I disperse from. Like a prayer to the beautiful living dead I still hunger for the cold For the fever, for the Ache. I still hunger for blood And I hate the way the darkness tastes like home. I sunk my teeth in her neck and started quenching my thirst. You wanted thrill? RUN!
