My Dreams

(album: Fresh Blood For Tired Vampyres - 2016)

Sitting on the tarmac
Waiting for the push back
Ready to take to the sky like a dove

You sitting in the wedding bed
Dreaming of the contract
Another failed attempt at love

But I'm gonna be all right
I got some more this night
To realize what I'm dreaming of

It's a constant need
The need to feed
And eat directly from your glove

We have lift off or so it seems
She a page ripped right from my dreams
Shoot all the blockas with laser beams
And watch them fall like dominoes

We outta luck
So grease your body up
And fuck, fuck
(Fuck, fuck)

I said we outta luck
So grease your body up
And fuck, fuck
(Fuck, fuck)

Our flight will deal all right [?]
We can go all night
Try as you might, you might decide to win me like [?]

Sitting in the Starbucks
Greasing up the tear ducts
A downpour of tears in my tea

Passing on a dirty buck
Don't ever want to get stuck
In such mediocrity

But I'm living for the night waves
Need a girl who behaves
This is a club, not a rodeo

But I expect too much
I should be used to such
Complications from the shit show

Chill vampyres are good to feed [?]
Fulfill my needs 'cause that's what I need
Watch blockas run home with blazing speed
And self-destruct like Nostromo

We outta luck
So grease your body up
And fuck, fuck
(Fuck, fuck)

I said we outta luck
So grease your body up
And fuck, fuck
(Fuck, fuck)

'Cause I'm about this night
Is your pussy tight?
Try as you might, you might decide to vaporize my dreams

[Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck]

And if you front all my needs
Once in a while you got to give it up
'Cause I need a vessel for my seeds
Show me that's mine and drink from my cup

'Cause time breaks and gets stuck
All signs point to hard luck
But we make time for the fuck, fuck
And then we come to see
The true reality

It's not desire so much as greed
And we are slaves to a basic need
Let fear and fantasy intercede
And sink your teeth into the bowl

We outta luck
So grease your body up
And fuck, fuck
(Fuck, fuck)

I said we outta luck
So grease your body up
And fuck, fuck
(Fuck, fuck)

Until the morning light
'Til we exhaust this night
And mix that gin with Sprite
And spread your [?] fantasy