Psychic Vamps

With eyes so clear walk beneath the silver sun
Like orchids in a tomb taste sweet oblivion
Vibrating frequencies carried away by drums
When lovers leap they know the bottom never comes

We're gonna leave nothing left
Windswept fields of last regrets
Your scent is on my throat
My heart is bleeding out

You're a psychic vampire out looking for a host
I'm made of mushroom clouds I'm a technicolor ghost
This mortal coil never ceases to unfurl
Your final draw carries in the next world

We're gonna leave nothing left
Windswept fields of last regrets
Your scent is on my throat
My heart is bleeding out

We're gonna leave nothing left
Windswept fields of last regrets
Your scent is on my throat
My heart is bleeding out



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Holm
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