Bloodsucker Lyrics - Dance Gavin Dance

Check your ballot and vote this dick, right? 

You gotta eat, right? 

You gotta eat, right? 

I'm not looking down and then looking away 

I'mma cook a brat like I cook a filet 

Nobody out here has been talking to Dave 

Will ain't even liking what you had to say 

Do you even love her? 

Do you even love her? 

That's your own mother! 

Bloodsucker 

Somehow you can be somehow 

What a waste of paradise 

Sucking life 

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You've become predictable 

Way you play is typical 

Settled in the victim's role 

You flourish in the pain 

I figure that was another ass hard ass part 

My coke's inside this bloodied rag 

I'm in a stat's class smoking backpack pie chart 

With a grove of muddy greaser bees 

Check your ballot and vote this dick, right? 

You gotta eat, right? 

You gotta eat, right? 

Do you even love her? 

Do you even love her? 

That's your own mother! 

Bloodsucker 

You've become predictable 

Way you play is typical 

Settled in the victim's role 

You flourish in the pain 

Way you play is typical 

Settled in the victim's role 

You flourish in the pain 

Face facts, you'd love to be attacked 

The retroactive pieces fit to match all your embellishments 

Settled in the victim's role 

You flourish in the pain 

I will watch you suffer like a good consumer should 

Popcorn in my belly tells me you're misunderstood 

Wait, I feel nothing 

Am I becoming 

Desensitized to virtue touting? 

Judgments they're scowling 

Pigeons they're howling 

Nobody stops to listen 

You gotta be on alcohol 

To hang out in a shopping mall 

There's nothing left to buy that isn't cheaper online 

The only reason I'm alive is 

Waiting for the A.I. to do some tight shit 

And lemme suck its fucking dick 

She like it puffy, comfy and lumpy 

Make your ass a frumpy dumpy bro 

You've become predictable 

Way you play is typical 

Settled in the victim's role 

You flourish in the pain 

Face facts, you'd love to be attacked 

The retroactive pieces fit to match all your embellishments 

Settled in the victim's role 

You flourish in the pain 

Can't take it back 

Accusations, fact 

Denial becomes evidence to crucify the innocent 

Settled in the victim's role 

He'll anguish in the pain