Golden Antlers

Look at this poor boy, all dressed up in white
Now how can he smile with a face of all eyes?
He wonders the night through sneers and words snide
Spinning 'round and 'round his precious mind like dizzy, neon lights

Can anybody find out any other way?
It's choking up his throat now
And dripping out his mouth
Like liquefied and dying sparks
Like burning butterflies

These creatures are vampires
They're killing by the night
They're falling from the dead trees
To silhouette your life

He sees this white face, brains limp grey and cold
Trees grows in their throats and crystals ignored
His cellophane mask has filled up with smoke
Look through the holes in his eyes and see his red, righteous soul

Can anybody find out any other way?
It's choking up his throat now
And dripping out his mouth

These creatures are vampires
They're killing by the night
They're hanging from the dead trees
Like burning butterflies