We started dancing in the dark
You pressed against me, I saw your mark
A blood-doll a poor soul enslaved
Or a pale reflection of the species she betrayed
She takes my hand and whisks me away
This is what I've waited for, time to be brave
We walk and talk, the fog kissing our hair
Wandering empty streets to nowhere
She drags me down the alley, rough brick on my skin
I gotta keep my wits about me, for when it begins
Tongues twist, fingers knead
I bite her neck, she begs me to make her bleed
Her touch is enthralling, the moans cloud my mind
All of a sudden i hear something from behind
I try to turn, but her legs grip tight
Cold clammy hands on my throat now it's time to fight
He slams me against the wall, ribs crack as i fall
Claws on my throat, gleam in his eye
Then i feel the stake rip inside
Another night, like centuries past
The ticking of the clock, how long will this curse last
I've seen cities rise, and crumble to dust
Spilled rivers of tears, watched blood turn to rust
The loneliness crushes, what's left of my soul
This never ending thirst takes its toll
The neon lights greet me like an old friend
Blood rushing, the siren's call never ends
Creeping through the shadows, my hunger grows
I met him at a dingy punk rock show
He takes me home, we talk till near dawn
We embrace, and the emptiness inside me is gone
So warm to the touch, flush with life
My jaw starts to ache I can't handle the strife
It's so fragile, and yet so real
I just want what he has, just need to feel
He slips between my thighs, I feel so alive
I think control yourself, let him survive
Then I feel my fangs rip inside
These souls have been circling the drain for years
Wrapped up in pain, drowned in tears
Hunter, hunted, a distinction obscene
When both end in bloodshed who cares for means
She plays coy, he plays charm
This eternal waltz will only bring harm
Sticking to the shadows, the dangerous game begins
Her laughter tinkles, he can't help but grin
This time feels different, but do they realize
They both are playing roles they secretly despise
One yearns for a love stolen in it's prime
The other for a distraction from the march of time
He fumbles in his pockets, hands grasping wood
She licks her teeth, his heart beats strong and good
Close together the moment is about to arrive
Only one can walk away who's got the will to survive
He pulls the stake, her fangs descend
Locked together, this could be the end
Eyes wide open as they both feel something tear inside
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