I know - what your about
I know - what... your looking for
I know - what your about
I know - you'll... kill them all
Stop it leech, get off my neck vampire
Stop it leech, get off my neck vampire
Stop it leech, get off my neck vampire
Stop it leech, I know what your after
I know, I know, what your after
I know, I know, your a disaster
I know, I know, what your after
I know, just what your after
Mentally, your a vampire
You suck away, at my thoughts
You numb out, all my bad feelings
Every minute, your what I think of
When i think of murder, and your sick tasting
Body humilation, broken arms of suffering
Gray vent you buy up, every single bit
Brain wasted sick ripping, your fangs into my neck
All those problems, keep on coming back
From inside you, what did you do?
Was it murder, or was it blood suck
Was it blood sport, blood sport is murder
Murder is your best friend, and you just did him again
You stupid little leech, you sucked him off again
Your a whore for blood sport, what you do is murder
And give birth to killers, with sperm from before
I'll say it again, I'll say it again, I'll say it again, for you