| Am I a bad guy? |
| Am I a bad soul? |
| My eyes roll backward |
| My head fell forward |
| We want the vampires |
| They want the daylight |
| Undecided if we will feel it |
| All the lies and fantasies I picked to deny what is right |
| as the lawyers lie down to the sound of a broken man clinging |
| to the legs of a butterfly. |
| We live to see our children die, |
| turn to the bright to describe what we never will find, |
| I’m a monster singing through the side of a left eye |
| And I will pay for, and I will pay for, |
| I couldn’t have her, I couldn’t save her, |
| If I could grab on, I’d pull the … |
| All the lies and fantasies I picked to deny what is right |
| as the lawyers lie down to the sound of a broken man clinging |
| to the legs of a butterfly, of a butterfly |
| We live to see our children die, |
| turn to the light to describe what we never will find, |
| I’m a vampire clinging to the sounds for a fast high. |
| All the lies and fantasies I picked to describe what is right |
| as the lawyers lie down to the sound of a broken man clinging |
| to the legs of a butterfly. |
| I live to see our children die, |
| turn to the bright to describe what we never will find, |
| I’m a monster singing through the sigh of a left high. |