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Blood lust
The sweet taste in my mouth
Calling out for even more
My body trembles for the blood
Countless bodies drained by me
Yet it was never enough for me
People I hate, those I've loved
All drained and left in the shadows
They begin to slowly decay
As the count gradually grows
It is survival of the fittest
But I'm not in it to survive
I'm just a little thirsty
Calling out for even more
My body trembles for the blood
Countless bodies drained by me
Yet it was never enough for me
People I hate, those I've loved
All drained and left in the shadows
They begin to slowly decay
As the count gradually grows
It is survival of the fittest
But I'm not in it to survive
I'm just a little thirsty
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