Are you hungry?
Are you sick?
Are you begging for a break?
Are you sweet?
We want the young blood
Are you frac turing?
Are you torn at the seams?
Would you do anything?
Motheaten?
We suck young blood
We suck young blood
Won't let the creeping ivy
Won't let the nervous bury me
Our rivers poisoned
We want the sweet meats