You give faith to deadly snakes, retain the need for names 
Now burn your books for me 
Confusion must end, jarred-up sympathy 
I’ve been here, but you won’t hear, what have you to say to me? 
Blood-crazed 
Vampires wear a straight face 
The love, hate 
Expression of your dead weight 
Oh, go back down and load up what you can’t sell 
And you don’t sound the same 
And there’s no one around who cares what you say 
Oh, I wanna trust you; don’t do that to me 
I’m right here without my fear 
And all I need to be 
Can’t take a switch-hitting twist in the name game 
I made a mistake trusting you with what 
I make Crowd control, assume the role 
Mr. Pointy-shoes put a pen to your soul 
Crowd control, assume the role 
Mr. Pointy-shoes, put a pen to your... 
Blood-crazed 
Vampires wear a straight face 
All the love, hate 
Expression of your dead weight 
Dead weight