I'm not homesick. I'm just so sick of coming home, of coming home. I've been walking these streets for days. In search of blood. I'd kill for the sun to never rise again. I'd do anything oh anything. So tie a rope around my neck, pull it tight until it breaks. You cant kill us, we will never fucking die.
Come oon! The sun comes down, we come out. And everybody in a different city. The sun comes up, we come down. We live fast and die pretty.
We're all vampires and we own this fucking night.