Doom, despair, tragedy are the tools of the trade
Tucks you in with bloody kisses
Gifts of nightmares bitter sweet
Cut to the bone, rob the grave
Unearth the stone, lay to waste
A new pariah is born
Head in hands, bell tolls endlessly
Defile the tome, rip the page
The vampire laments as he prays for the sun
What, are you not entertained?
The anvil cracks the hammer relentlessly comes down
Type A negative shuts me down
Ink well has run dry fill it with blood of the scribe
Catch phrase will be death of me
Rip the hair, tear the seams, break the glass
Strip mine the vein, lay to waste
Defile the tome, rip the page
Cut to the bone, rob the grave
Unearth the stone, lay to waste
Rest comes easy to the guiltless
Frayed at the edge flat lined
Chastisement lays you down to sleep
Is this not what you came to see?
Strip mine the vein, lay to waste
Climb the walls till nails bleed
