I Am A Transylvanian

(álbum: Menorah/Mejora - 2002)

You're bent over the grand piano.
Feel my eyes slide over you.
Legs that curve the same as hers
could run as quickly too.
My lazy tongue lies low and ready.
It cannot seem to speak its words.
I'd axe it off to shut me up
but you've already heard
the murders have occurred.

The path into this heart
is littered with corpses
and strewn with body parts
of those who came before
So just give up.

The path into this heart
is littered with corpses
and strewn with body parts
of stronger souls than you,
of stronger souls than you.

So take me where they cannot see us
and lay me down on coffin rich dirt.
Tonight, I am a Transylvanian.
A taste of you won't hurt.
'Cause I am numb to every feeling
and stubborn ears will hear no sound.
My last few rounds have left me reeling.
My teeth are on the ground
I've taken pound for pound.

The path into this heart
is littered with corpses
and strewn with body parts
of those who came before
So just give up.

The path into this heart
is littered with corpses
and strewn with body parts
of stronger souls than you,
of stronger souls than you,
stronger souls than you.

So child, don't go getting your hopes up.
Don't go getting your hopes up. [x5]