She was breathing down my throat: “Sleep! Sleep!"

To this lurid vamp but a plasma tramp or a figment of the imagination?

(a blood bath fantasy spilled out in new slashed arteries.) Fifty dollar suculation for your fixation.

The icy cold kiss of death whispers secrets of the blood bath.

Lyrics submitted by Emile95

Blood Bank song meanings
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