Forgive me Father, for I will sin!
Over and over again, sin without end
Amen!

And can there be anything as incandescently sad
As those most tragic of times when good vampires go bad?

So many victims washing on the shore
An ocean of pure tears
So many pleas for mercy, howls of pain!
Intoxicating fears!

I use my body just like a bandage
I used her body just like a wound
I used his body just like a wound

And I'll never know where they all disappeared
But I can see them rising up out of my memories now
Just like the demons rising up from a tomb!

GOD HAS LEFT THE BUILDING!!

 Well alright,
 no stars tonight
 The moon must hide
 can't bear to see my face
 So many moons have passed
 So many suns gone down
 Too much blood under the bridge
 Too many worlds turned upside down

 The skies were pure and the fields were green
 The fading summer, sixteen-seventeen
 The first time I ever drew blood
 She was such a beautiful and innocent child
 She never knew my soul was cursed for good
 I fought to [bad word] my thirst I thought I could
 But when I kissed her lips then I had no control
 And the furies all ran wild

 And when I grasped for life
 I always killed the things for which I yearned
 I wish to be aflame and reduced to ashes
 But I have never burned

 I long to fly in total freedom 
 But yet these chains keep dragging me down
 I want to be an angel or the Devil himself!
 But I am nothing but a creature
 Longing for the things I can't have

 And the split goes through my very soul
 It's a wound that never mends 
 Our desires are elusive and the hunger never ends

 When the world has drawn its final breath
 And extinguished all the lights 
 There'll be nothing left but a lifeless wasteland
 And an endless appetite
 Nothing left but a soundless heartbeat
 And [bad word] appetite

 The preacher’s daughter let me in her room
 In seventeen thirty-two, to love me was her doom
 With her silken blood I wrote a poem of love
 Upon her ivory skin
 And the bashful page of Napoleon the Great
 In eighteen hundred thirteen he stood at the gate
 When I recall his body I can’t help but think
 To consume him was a sin
 So many victims washing on the shores
 an ocean of pure tears
 So many pleas for mercy, howls of pain
 Intoxicating fears
 I used my body just like a bandage
 I used their bodies just like a wound
 And I’ll never know where they disappeared
 But I can see them rising up out my memories now
 Just like the demons rising up from a tomb!

 And there is no way ever to apologize,
 repent or make amends
 No release and no redemption
 The hunger never ends

 There are those who believe in science
 And those who believe in art
 There are those who believe in power and wealth
 Or love and matters of the heart
 There are those who believe in various gods
 In nations, and knowledge
 In [bad word] and in heaven
 The powers of darkness
 The assumption of the light
 But I believe in just one god
 That of endless and insatiable
 Immoral and [bad word]  And all consuming appetite

 There is a prediction that I now will make
 And I’m sure it will be right:
 When the next millennium [bad word]  The god most worshiped in this world
 Will be the god of appetite