The last time that I saw you,
August of '99
Should have had my hammer
And a few rusty spikes
To nail you on a wall
And use bottles to catch your blood
Display you for the neighbors
So they know your time had come
And I'd drink your blood
Feel it dripping down my throat
And heads for my heart.
And as your body sags
And the stench rises in vain,
The people on the street are collecting in dismay.
Before their eyes your head lifts towards the sky
And that's the last thing they'll remember of you.
And I'd drink your blood
Feel it dripping down my throat
And heads for my heart.
You've become a ghost.
You're floating somewhere in between
The waking world and a landscape of dreams.
Well it's nothing but dying.
Got a grenade stuck in your teeth
And you're pulling at the pin.
You're an illusion,
Just shadow flickering underneath the sun.
And I'd drink your blood
Feel it dripping down my throat
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