Icons and echoes dripping from his fangs
Screams of pain unowned as old songs played
His name placed in every line, interlaced
With a family recipes dirty after taste
Chasing me down the hall as I’m reaching out
Can normally place footsteps by the weight and sound
But this pounding reminds me of my own
And the creaks of roof beams and closeted bones
Years I blacked out come round with a vengeance
Dished out to those before with each invention
Of a situation or malicious sentence mentioned
with intent to justify my dependance
The teeth find skin, tear to get in
I’m worn like a glove made of my kin
But when a thought underpins my lapse of control
Within this tomb there’s only room for one soul, so

Get your fucking fangs out of my neck
I know they’re fake, but your character possessed
And they’re...
And they’re sinking deeper
And they're sinking deeper
And they're sinking deeper
And they’re, and they’re...
Get your fucking fangs out of my neck
I know they’re fake, but your character possessed
And they’re...
And they’re sinking deeper
And they're sinking deeper
And they're sinking deeper
And they’re, and they’re...

Eyes red and he’s got that flavour
Seeking nothing more than a stake in the heart
Anything to feel or justify his malice
He tried it as the king but fuck it, fiend of the palace, sounds good
Hands calloused, from necks ringin’, chiming in
Usually his own, thinkin’ what he could have been
But a quick switch by the moon or what he’s sippin’
Turn that blood lust from within to a weapon
Place trust in action over reasoning
‘til he found a mirror and saw my reflection

So get your fucking fangs out of my neck
I know they’re fake, but your character possessed
And they’re...
And they’re sinking deeper
And they're sinking deeper
And they're sinking deeper
And they’re, and they’re...
So get your fucking fangs out of my neck
I know they’re fake, but your character possessed
And they’re...
And they’re sinking deeper
And they're sinking deeper
And they're sinking deeper
Down, down, down…
Down, down, down...