A man with a penchant to bite
A creature with alabaster skin
He moves at a constant speed of light
And blood trickles from his grin
His remorse is replaced by his hunger
And his pain disappeared with his soul
His eyes mesmerise until your under
Free will from you he has stole
He'll take you
And use you
He'll break you
And confuse you
He'll make you
Believe you choose to
Follow him into death
When he's drained you
Of your will to live
And your brains goo
Nothing but a sieve
He will offer you
Eternal life as a gift
You will accept this
And into darkness you will drift
It's over
You are now like him
You have become
The creature with the alabaster skin
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