We Suck Young Blood

Are you hungry?

Are you sick?

Are you begging for a break?

Are you sweet?

Are you fresh?

Are you strung up by the wrists?

We want the young blood

Are you fracturing?

Are you torn at the seams?

Would you do anything?

Flea-bitten? Moth eaten?

We suck young blood

We suck young blood

Won't let that creeping ivy

Won't let the nervous bury me

Our veins are thin

Our rivers poisoned

We want the sweet meats

We want young blood