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He wakes at night,
When everything he wants is you!
And the only light
That he can stand is freaking blue,
And when the blinds are rustled down,
He really feels alright,
So let me tell you about the sick vampire.

He thirsts the fright,
Though he will tell he starves for news,
Let him byte,
And you can tell that’s an excuse,
He feeds on every teardrop
That’s ever touched the ground,
Did I tell you he’s a sick vampire?

Slayers out of prison,
Millions die without reason,
Hunger and extinction,
Explotions, demolition,
Prayers raised by vicious,
Mayors, politicians,
Infections and pollution,
Games and revolutions,
Violence and injustice fill his veins,
And if that should stop he’d be in terrible pain.

He trades his time
For what he calls his legal shot,
And then he finds
He’s gonna want some more of those,
I’m sure it sounds pathetic
And really not your style,
But if you’re still here, then who’s the sick vampire?

Slayers out of prison,
Millions die without reason,
Hunger and extinction,
Explotions, demolition,
Prayers raised by vicious,
Mayors, politicians,
Infections and pollution,
Games and revolutions,
Violence and injustice fill his veins,
And if that should stop he’d be in terrible pain.

He wakes at night,
When everything he wants is you!
And the only light
That he can stand is freaking blue,
And when the blinds are rustled down,
He really feels alright,
So that’s the story of the sick vampire,
That’s the story of the sick vampire,
If I still sing this, who’s the sick vampire?

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