Hell so loud I can't sleep
Bodies lined up
Too many
Can't keep
Anger
Intense
And it makes no sense
Yellin so loud
Like she a prophetess
It's time for an arrangement
I gotta get out
The voices in my head just scream and shout
Mind control
By the one with no soul
It's just about control
Playin me like a console
Dracula
All that power
Keep you up every night on the hour
Winners can't sleep
And losing ain't cheap
You're his possession he's dyin to keep
Twisting everything you call your belief
Laughing at knowledge you try to seek
He's says he's not satisfied with just beef
Even the drugs can't give you relief
Lord we gather here today
To share with this beloved
How much they were loved
All up from above
The real bride of Count Dracula
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English
Hell so loud I can't sleep
Bodies lined up
Too many
Can't keep
Anger
Intense
And it makes no sense
Yellin so loud
Like she a prophetess
It's time for an arrangement
I gotta get out
The voices in my head just scream and shout
Mind control
By the one with no soul
It's just about control
Playin me like a console
Dracula
All that power
Keep you up every night on the hour
Winners can't sleep
And losing ain't cheap
You're his possession he's dyin to keep
Twisting everything you call your belief
Laughing at knowledge you try to seek
He's says he's not satisfied with just beef
Even the drugs can't give you relief
Lord we gather here today
To share with this beloved
How much they were loved
All up from above
The real bride of Count Dracula
Bodies lined up
Too many
Can't keep
Anger
Intense
And it makes no sense
Yellin so loud
Like she a prophetess
It's time for an arrangement
I gotta get out
The voices in my head just scream and shout
Mind control
By the one with no soul
It's just about control
Playin me like a console
Dracula
All that power
Keep you up every night on the hour
Winners can't sleep
And losing ain't cheap
You're his possession he's dyin to keep
Twisting everything you call your belief
Laughing at knowledge you try to seek
He's says he's not satisfied with just beef
Even the drugs can't give you relief
Lord we gather here today
To share with this beloved
How much they were loved
All up from above
The real bride of Count Dracula
Writer: Shannon Weathersby
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