Renfield's Syndrome

Can they ever live, in a world full of hunger?
Can they ever live, in a world without blood?
Will people ever accept, the nature of their feedings?
Will they ever accept, the death inside their land?

Love is a girl, and death is a boy
Hurt is a tool, and pain is a toy
Hate is a heart, and dreams are a soul
Rain is the blood and the veins you control

Your blood in my heart, your blood in my soul
Your blood is the reason I grow cold...

Just go away, just let me die...

Can they ever live, without the lust of another's blood?
Can they ever die, without the feeling of remorse?
Will angels ever accept, such an evil tormented person?
Will angels ever accept, they death of their holy God?

Love is a girl, and death is a boy
Hurt is a tool, and pain is a toy
Hate is a heart, and dreams are a soul
Rain is the blood and the veins you control

Your blood in my heart, your blood in my soul
Your blood is the reason I grow cold...

Just go away, just let me die...