We suck Young Blood

Are you hungry? Are you sick? Are you begging for a break? Are you sweet? Are you fresh? Are you strung up by the wrists? We want the young blood. Are you fracturing? Are you torn at the seams? Would you do anything? Flea-bitten? Motheaten? We suck young blood. We suck young blood. Won't let the creeping ivy Won't let the nervous bury me Our veins are thin Our rivers poisoned We want the sweet meats. We want the young blood.