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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Groombridge
Groombridge
Electric Bass Guitar
Lesbian Bed Death
Lesbian Bed Death
Performer
Peach
Peach
Electric Guitar
Leanne Allister
Leanne Allister
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Groombridge
Groombridge
Songwriter
Peach
Peach
Songwriter
Webb
Webb
Songwriter
Leanne Allister
Leanne Allister
Songwriter

Lyrics

I feel your fingers entwined in my soul
At your core, a black hole
A slice of life, gone in the night
An hours’ life, a darkness so divine
I breathe you in, inhale so deep
Your skin is cold, I dare not speak
Your nails graze across my neck
A lasting memory of the night we met
I close my eyes in anticipation
You’re the driving force that keeps me waiting
I am at your mercy, I’m at your whim
Sink your teeth into my skin
You call my name and I hear
My vampire lover
You bleed me dry, leave me weak
My vampire lover
You never give what I need
My vampire lover
Close the door as you leave
My vampire lover
The midnight moonlight casts shadows on my wall
I hear vixens howl, or could it be the werewolves’ call?
I’m bound and I’m gagged
I’m aroused by your maniacal laugh
You’re casting spells left, right, and center
You think I’m yours for now and forever
For now I’m under your spell
I won’t be a tortured soul in my own Hell
Gone is the need for me to be weak and corrupted by your ecstasy
I am at your mercy, I’m at your whim
Sink your teeth into my skin
You call my name and I hear
My vampire lover
You bleed me dry, leave me weak
My vampire lover
You never give what I need
My vampire lover
Close the door as you leave
My vampire lover
*Guitar Solo*
You call my name and I hear
My vampire lover
You bleed me dry, leave me weak
My vampire lover
You never give what I need
My vampire lover
Close the door as you leave
My vampire lover
Twisted care, lies, and deceit
An emotional punch bag you cannot defeat
Psychotic, neurotic, always chaotic
Your poisonous spirit leaves me catatonic
What was great has become a curse
You are not the center of my universe
You try to control everything I do
I can’t wait to get fucking rid of you
No more mercy, no more whim
You’re but puncture wounds in my skin
Written by: Allister, Groombridge, Peach, Webb
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