Six Days Without Feeding

You rise from the coffin sleepless and well

Guilt is a cross you can never outrun

Your second life is a slow voice of breath

Your body was never meant to see the sun

Now he sits in a grey folding chair

Alcoholics anonymous on the door

Six days without feeding you deep air

Converts all laugh at the likely report

Oh, oh, oh, thirsty vampire

Your fangs have lost their gleam, no, no, no

You can bet your fuel is on swishy sticks

The next you no longer owe, no, no, no

Hi, my name is Jack and I'm an addict who'd lie a million teeth

Ten days without feeding, the work would be

They'd hand you the bright coin, the hollow rewards

And you'd sell it to square boys

So-oh-oh, thirsty vampire

Your fangs have lost their gleam, no, no, no

You count the jugulars on two shoestrings

The next you no longer own, no, no, no

Day and night are the same now

Sleepless undead

You search for a girl with clonazepam

Just to sleep

You want her with just one

Not a cradle, not a cradle

Let it be a tomb

Let it be a tomb

Follow or sleep

Vampire

Vampire on a clonazepam

Vampire on clonazepam

Vampire on clonazepam

Vampire on clonazepam

Vampire on clonazepam

On a clonazepam

No, oh no

No, no

You rise from the coffin, sleepless and pale

Now you sit in the grass, you can never outrun

Your second life is a slow voice and prayer

My name is Stig and the killer is Vinus

Your body was never meant to see the sun

Now you sit in the grave, folding chairs

Your body was never meant to see the sun

Will you sell it tonight?

Set the light through your teeth

Day and night are the same now

Sleepless Sunday

You search for a girl with corners of hair

Just to sleep through one moon

Just one cradle, not a cradle, let it be a tomb

Let it be a tomb, hollow, won't speak

Vampire

Vampire on the corner of Nazarene

Vampire on the corner of Nazarene

Vampire on the corner of Nazarene

Vampire on the corner of Nazarene