I'm a prisioner running through the night
I'm a prisioner of a satellite
My desire is cheap as well is my pride
As a silver knife, would you make me cry?

Can't you see the hate burning in my eyes?
Oh the silver moon glows like a neon light
Oh you know it's late, for all these dreams on hold
When you look at me all you see is cold

Would you please my bloodlust?
It's your heart that I need
Would you feed my chest's dust?
It's your heart that I need

Would you please my bloodlust?
It's your heart that I need
Would you feed my chest's dust?
It's your heart that I need