Sick like our crimes

She's pale as an angel floating out over her skin
Where lonely never stays that is where I found my prey
Maybe she's sick, sick like me
We are alone, bound to the unknown
Fangs in the fashion of reflection
It's fiendish work to make you remember
But your pulsing throat is all my pleasure
Baby you're sick, sick like me
Blood drunk and forever thirsty
Sick like our crimes against the skin
With this bite the curse is a blessing
Tempting fate in the dark of night
The curse is a blessing with this bite
Maybe she's sick, sick like me
Where everything is never how it will always be
That is where you'll find me
Blood thirsty