(Slowly)
All my friends are gone,
There bodies lay on the lawn.
I told them not to lie,
But they felt they must defy!
Now they lay there dead,
A few with out their heads.
(Faster)
Blood is spread all over the place,
I itch my nose,
And now its on my face.
I look up at the stares to see
My morbid forbidden destiny.
To forever feed on the ones that get too close.
I tell people I like blood,
And there reaction is “gross”
(Chorus)
I can’t help what I am,
Nor can any women or man.
God himself could not undo this wrong,
And so now I sit here writing my morbid song.
(whisper)
Songs of loss and pain,
Song of taking life so that I may gain.
No such thing as friend to me anymore,
I’m as friendless as worn out whore.
With my bare feet and scant clothes,
Who am I?
No body knows!
(Chorus)
“No body knows the things I’ve seen.
You couldn’t imagine in your worst dreams!
There is no cure for what I am!
For I’ll always be damned!”
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