Daywalker The Musical - Why Me Lyrics

Whistler I've been thinking

Not again Blade
Not this existential
Self-reflective dread
Where we stay up too late
Having debates that bring us back again
Why can't we just focus? This is satire
People fear them abracadabra
Hocus pocus vampires we disappear them
That's our job Blade that's who we are
Nothing less nothing more
You have a gift not in that skull of yours

Lately I've been thinking are we inventing meaning
Why me
Are we pulling threads fooling our heads
Spinning tops that can't stop the momentum
A compendium of time and space
Victims of time and place
I've been thinking why me
Lately I've been thinking why me

I have no idea what you mean
They're vampires we're not
We live they meet their maker dead
Bullet holes not band-aids like Taylor said

Uh... that's not what she said...
Hear me out
I could have been them
More similar than different
Ninety-nine percent ape
Only point five percent vampire
Point five percent distinctly human
So I've been thinking
Why is this vest strapped to my chest?
Why is this sword more important than a chord?
Is it all meaningless?
Why are you arming me?
Can't we and the vampires live in harmony?

It's just the way it is
And that's not a chord that's a melody

Lately I've been thinking are we inventing meaning
Why me
Are we pulling threads fooling our heads
Spinning tops that can't stop the momentum
A compendium of time and space
Victims of time and place
I've been thinking why me
Lately I've been thinking why me

Why can I hang at the beach unburned
Why was I picked
What is there to learn
Was it timing? Seems very specific
At some point there had to have been
Another vampire who bit
Another someone pregnant
Fast forward you get me
Do I have an option?
But I guess that's how most things are
Just the right timing
Transforming gold from lead or tin
And things go really right
Then you reap all the rewards
Scoop them up hands to the sky
But take all the credit
It's alchemy prevents anarchy
To believe one two three profits
Are all about me
Isn't that how Billy Gates got the Windows deal
We got the post-it
The pet rock
All the right timing
All the right timing
Maybe it's true
I am a bottle filled with lightning
Those things are special
So by the transitive property
I'm special too
And those special people were leaders
Maybe I'm somebody I could be a leader too
But what's a leader to do

Lately I've been thinking are we inventing meaning
Why me
Are we pulling threads fooling our heads
Spinning tops that can't stop the momentum
A compendium of time and space
Victims of time and place
I've been thinking why me
Lately I've been thinking why me

Can we discuss it
While you're crushing a few
Bloodsucking night-crawling empty-eyed
Undead