You'll Never Take Me Alive

Giving up.
Holding out.
My heart on stakes.
Vampires feed on the life I bleed.

Something about that seductive beat.
The one in my veins.
The one that forms the ice in my aging brain.
Dance to it with me.

Red liquor fall out of me.
Let the dogs lap it up.
Smell that energy?
How delicious, that virgin blood.

Can you smell it yet?
The simplicities of adolescent suicide.
I feel it through and through.
Can you smell it yet?

Draw in my last breath.
I'm an artist in my own respect.
My pen is on my last sheet of paper.
My ink is running low on my last few drops of blood.

Oh, can you smell it just yet?
The salt burns holes in your eyes.
Taste it now, honey.
SMELL IT YET?

Acid on your mucus membrane.
Taste it now my darling?
On the back of your throat...
Do you smell it yet?

Honey.
Baby.
Sweetheart.
Do you smell it yet?