Let the Right One In

Drop the warheads, stop the clock
Sealed off the bulkhead or so you thought
Peel the skin back, veins empty out
The rawest nerve on the chopping block
The lowest bar, and I'm despondent
Losing track of these endless nights
Whether in the thick of the binge or the purge
I'm the first to dance to the funeral dirge

Buried alive while the truth's shoveled onto my head
Over and over, again and again and again
Leave me to rot, return just to gnaw on my flesh
Dig me up
Now have I impressed you yet?

Clutch your pearls
It won't do a damn bit of good
When the firing squad turns their sights on you
How presumptuous to assume you've been chosen
You won't feel the impact, you're dead before you fall

All the color is bleeding out
If you feel it then scream it out
If there's life between passion and slaughter
I haven't found it yet

But I can't see the obvious truth
We were bloodthirsty, vicious in youth
Now these ghoulish indulgences are tearing me to shreds

Trade in the love in your heart for a shot to the head
The cold can't be weathered, I'm begging you, take me instead
Scars fresher and fresher, can't tell if there's anything left
I'm lying in bed with a stake driven into my chest

Sate the bloodlust
Sink your teeth into the undeserving
All the color is bleeding out
If you feel it then scream it out
The line between passion and slaughter is thinner than you think