Fat Vampire

Let's forget about instinct
Let's forget about all the reasons why
Forget about emptiness
Forget about mother mortified

Just bring it over here
Bring those same old blues and
Gain the shock value and lose the fear
And bring that insufficient esoteric self indulgent
Sac-religious fat vampire to pull the strings again

Let's remember the good times
Let's commemorate auld lang syne until
We repent for the lesser crimes
For which we died upon the hill

Just bring it home to me
Bring those same old blues again
And remember you wanted me
Before I ate up all the blood transfusions
Psilocybin mold confusion. Fat vampire to pull the strings again

In the graveyard I still hunger
For a poison that is too sharp to be bled
In the afterlife you'll wonder
"Is this all it feels like to be dead?"

Let's lose ourself in the day dream
Let's remember it's easy to forget
How you are versus how you seem
Shed these life stained silhouettes

Just bring it over here
Bring the casket and your clothes
And desire to disappear
Into a predetermined premonition, melancholic malediction
Alcoholic apparition, heavenly and hedonistic
Fat vampire to pull the strings again

In the graveyard I still hunger
For a poison that is too sharp to be bled
In the afterlife you'll wonder
"Is this all it feels like to be dead?"
"Is this all it feels like to be dead?"