The world is a vampire, sent to drain
Secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames
And what do I get, for my pain?
Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game
Even though I know - I suppose I’ll show
All my cool and cold - like old job
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
I’m one hundred and sixty-two years old and I’m going to a homecoming dance. I need better ties.