Every groaning breath
Is holding on for you to live
The lungs of death
Are coughing up the tar for roads
To Bedlam
The flirts in skirts are begging you to bed them
Velvet Elvis pelvis
Will I drift vampiric grinding teeth stake in the heart?
Will the living dead please give me head and tear me apart?

Torture me still
They torture me still
Oh, but it's still life
To kill life
They torture me still
But talk to me still
Am I food for the creatures?
Is my blood for the leeches?

Every drop of blood
Goes to the vein or the insane
The heart was there In the cults
And down the chins of billionaires
Falling to the flesh of a sickly girl
A sadist with a playlist
Will you drift vampiric to The Cure looking for life?
Will you sift through spirits?
Take their lyrics?
Go tonight
Torture me still
They torture me still
Oh, but it's still life
To kill life
They torture me still
But talk to me still
Am I food for the creatures?
Is my blood for the leeches?

I'm bleeding
Oh

Am I food for the creatures?
Is my blood for the leeches too?
'Cos I'm bleeding
I'm bleeding
I'm bleeding
Am I food for the creatures?
Is my blood for the leeches too?
'Cos I'm bleeding
I'm bleeding

I'm bleeding
Oh