Dirty Vampire Feeding Frenzy - Johnny Truant

Only the beautiful drink from the bottle

The samurais kiss their katana blades

And the choir boys rinse

The priests blackened fist because dead men cannot swim

And our ties were sharp

We aint hip Anymore

Armies marched for days alone in beautiful glorified haze

Bullets shrapnel and dust, painted people with English splayed guts

Dogs chew the cusp between bitter licks.

Why, he screamed, the hospitals burning.

move on Why, he beamed?.we're replicas!

And if I brought you diamond rings

Or a box of ancient gold

Would you bring me back?

And if I held the witches tooth

Or the emperors last touch

Would you steal me back

Give me blood through your drip

And I’ll give you a soul.

If you keep your promises I promise we’ll turn gold?