Joli Vampire

Probably a little dark for a "Happy Halloween!", but whaddya gonna do? LYRICS Seventeen and in your bed let's say clean; let's say red All that talk; what you said "Passion's gone. Love is dead." I have no substance, anyone can see these words are like pennies; useless and cheap I'll take your time with a song And sell your soul for skin and bone If I can't sleep I'll take your home You may be cold but you will never be alone I am your lover. I am not your friend I built you this castle with blood, sweat, and sand You are just paper on which I compose lies I feed fire to demons and kill to survive I want to tell you how much you mean My own makeshift Saint of suffering In your blood I taste your dreams So I reach inside and take it all for me