You give faith to deadly snakes, retain the need for names
Now burn your books for me
Confusion must end, jarred-up sympathy
I've been here, but you won't hear, what have you to say to me?
Blood-crazed
Vampires wear a straight face
The love, hate
Expression of your dead weight
Oh, go back down and load up what you can't sell
And you don't sound the same
And there's no one around who cares what you say
Oh, I wanna trust you; don't do that to me
I'm right here without my fear
And all I need to be
Can't take a switch-hitting twist in the name game
I made a mistake trusting you with what I make
Crowd control, assume the role
Mr Pointy-shoes put a pen to your soul
Crowd control, assume the role
Mr Pointy-shoes, put a pen to your
Blood-crazed
Vampires wear a straight face
All the love, hate
Expression of your dead weight
Dead weight