Set out to find a love, to live a life. To stay awake and clean and pure. And never allow the burdens. And excess of this place to harm you. Like all the rest of those sent here before you.
With all those thoughts I've left behind. I'm putting to death, no remorse what's pushed inside. With a toast I sigh. I'm sealing the fate of this weight, what's left has died.
The more I taste, the more I need. The more it makes me ill. The more I taste, the more I need. Need my fill of you. . I don't even like the taste of blood.