Bonanzoid Deathgrip
I'm not eager to achieve your life skills.
So, I slow down and scratch the itch between my chin and nose.

We're melting at sea. We're melting at sea.

Why do you take everything I say the wrong way?

I've built a black hearted girl without any soul or life inside,
So I can settle down with what a stranger would call my soul mate.

We're melting at sea. We're melting at sea.

Why do you take everything I say the wrong way?
Why do you take everything I say the wrong way?

Vacate the vacancy. Stroll through the mystery bazaar.
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To all concerned: find a gun, find a reason; help us come undone.
To all concerned: focus your anger and stop feasting like a fucking animal.

Vampires: they make their money at the blood bonanza.
Vampires: they make their money at the blood bonanza.

Disengage the deathgrip; it's a risk worth taking.

So, you lay there like a dying worm; brains all gone. Disslocate and suffer.
Fed up of choking on worthless blood, she's like a fucking crippled animal.

Vampires: they make their money at the blood bonanza.
Vampires: they make their money at the blood bonanza.
Vampires: they make their money at the blood bonanza.
Vampires: they make their money at the blood bonanza.