WE SUCK YOUNG BLOOD

Are you hungry
Are you sick
Are you begging for a break

 

Are you sweet
Are you fresh
Are you strung up by the wrists

 

We want the young blood

 

Are you fracturing
Are you torn at the seams
Would you do anything
Flea-bitten
Motheaten

 

We suck young
Blood

 

We suck young
Blood

 

Wont let the creeping
Ivy
Wont let the nervous
Bury me
Our veins
Are thin
Our rivers poisoned

 

We want the sweet
Meats

 

We want young blood