This world is my dracula
draining me I don’t know why
sustains itself on my poor heart
and I suppose that it will turn me by and by
the wire is my dracula
all that it carries and brings out
you’d think I’d end up with more, somehow I end up with less
sad as I contemplate one last weak shout
every human being is dracula
we’re all selfish all we do is feed
some think we’ll suck our way to no existence
some days I think that’d be a fine thing indeed
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