What do you want?

Want a Twig or a swig?

A cloke or a fig?

A joke & a jig backstage at our gig?

Will it make you smile

to know I survive?

Will it save your soul

to know I'm alive?

Will it chill your heart

or harden your prick,

to feel me crush you -

to feel me lick -

to bite you -

devour & swallow you whole?

Is that what you need to save your young soul?

Because if it isn't then you'd better leave -

Because now that I want you

you'd better believe

that all of my self control will run dry...

I will inhale you & then you will die -

You'll be cold in my arms & your erection will fade -

I am what makes the darkness afraid -

For I am not young though I look to be -

I am what makes the man monsters flee -

For I'm a monster with the face of an altar boy -

I am the child the priests would destroy -

I am the man who will hurt you for caring -

I am the eye into which you are staring...

The look that you fell for before you believed -

The dream that woke screaming from you & then grieved -

For the dream is a shell - a mask for your fear...

Making heaven from hell & then holding it dear -

But you will be spared

though I've been invited -

Nothing can change

that Nothing's decided

that your invitation will not end in bloodshed -

I'll not know your blood

save for this kiss drenched in blood red -

And now I shall leave you & your desires -

And you'll think this only a dreaming of vampires.