Ԁʀip dяɪp ԁrɪp

There's wire in the blood, and that is why the copper taste

It's an elemental flood, with not a drop to go to waste

Veins will turn to rust if they're not bled from time to time

Grains of burning dust are what I'm fed for my one crime

I'll drink until I'm done, and then I'll simply walk away

I'll sink before the sun; for I've no doings with the day

Don't judge my predilection, for I cannot give it back

It wasn't my selection; I am just as one with black

There's excitement in the chase, and the capture brings the thrill

An indictment's taking place; charge my rapture with the kill

Know me by my shade, and by the scent of my cologne

It's just a dark charade, and one I'm doomed to play alone

Don't bother looking deep; for you will never understand

Pray in light I sleep, because I know you'd taste so grand

Live and let monsters live; for to wish our paths to cross

Burns the wire in the blood, with the sheen of scarlets' gloss...