corrupt

Party night, night of fun, party night, run run run.
I knew the joint was laced, I knew they were all shit faced,
now all I can remember are the good parts.
They run they scream, I'm a killing machine, with a butter knife and an ounce of PCP, I've come to crash this party, I rip and I tear, I laugh at their fear, pulling veins out, time to make out, slurping up blood through that silly straw, I drink it warm, I drink it raw, everyone's dead, was that me? naw, i'm a good guy, merely helping the partygoers, as their pulses slowly lower, i'm cleaning them of their sins, their blood, their blood is corrupt, till I slurp it all up, cuz it tastes so good so right, and I think if I find one more party, ill have enough to last me the night.