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
Fleabitten motheaten
We suck young blood
We suck young blood
Won't let the creeping ivy
Won't let the nervous bury me
Our veins are thin
Our rivers poisoned
We want the sweet meat
We want the young blood