Old Xerox souls - cold moon summer day
My flame is out, consume you anyway
I delight myself in pleasures ego born
Ears deaf to the cries - my sanity scorned
Bloodlust burning
I'm running with the fever
Bloodlust turning
Preacher and deceiver
Brought back from the dead
Made me an empty head
Now in disbelief - mounted dementia
Without thought n' feeling I drink and stupefy
If you cross my path, gonna wish you'd die