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You're almost dried out,

But I'm holding your wrist

And sucking your vein,

I feel your skin geting even colder

But do you even feel the pain,

I'm sucking memories of your life

But only pain remains,

I'm seduced by scent of your blood

And I can't let go,

I'm taking your last drop

And I'm leting my life go.