It was half past the hour and the moon was bright,

I was soaking in my sorrows from the bosom of the night. A glass of Pinot waits by the painting that weeps, because she meant everything to me.

 

I barely remember who, what, when, and where,

but this feeling has thrown me into eternal despair. 

I carry your sentence, I carry this weight of heartache and anguish from an endless cave.

 

My heart is whole,

My heart is tired,

Of being called a vampire.

It’s days like these I wish I wasn’t the son of Dracula.

 

I can see your placid pretty face.

I can sense the panic in your pace.

Easy there I will take you home.

You will never spend your time alone.

 

You and I were meant to be.

On the highest mountain tops.

Overlooking broken clocks.

Just follow me.

 

I can paint your painting on the wall.

I can kill the creature down the hall.

Easy peasy I will take you there.

There’s a bedroom underneath the stairs.

 

You and I were meant to be.

On the highest mountain tops.

Overlooking broken clocks.

Just follow me.

 

Bite into the cold where the angels are enslaved. 

I’m addicted to your love.

I’m addicted to your pain.

We are rotten to the core.

We are rotten and insane,

Cause your blood will always taste like the very first day.

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I am the night.

I am my father’s name.

You’re my delight.

You're my final take.

I am the night.

I am my father’s name.

You’re my delight.

You're my...

Final take, my final fuckin take.

Final take, my final fuckin take.

​

Just call me Dracula.

Dracula.

Just call me Dracula.

Dracula.

​

Where are you when all is lost and gone.

Where are you when time has stopped and I just need you now.

Where are you?

Where are you?

​

Drac.

​

I am the night.

I am my father’s name.

You’re my delight.

You are my final take.

I am the night.

I am my father’s name.

You’re my delight.

You're my final take.

​

Bite into the cold where the angels are enslaved. 

I’m addicted to your love.

I’m addicted to your pain.

We are rotten to the core.

We are rotten and insane, 

Cause your blood will always taste like the very first day.

 

Riding through the storm with a seven inch blade.

There’s a curious whore with a furious slave.

They are rotten to the core.

We are rotten and insane,

Cause your blood will always taste like the very first day.

 

Just call me Dracula.

Dracula.

Just call me Dracula.

Dracula.

 

Where are you when all is lost and gone.

Where are you when time has stopped and I just need you now.

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Final take, my final fuckin take.

​

Just call me Drac.

 

My heart is whole.

My heart is tired,

Of being called a vampire.

It’s days like these that I wish I wasn’t the son of Dracula.