Vamp!

**[Intro – spoken, elegant, dripping with mockery]**  
*(Slow rave pulse begins, low synth)*  
"Do come in, my dear. No need to knock —  
I've already made myself at home inside your chest.  
You're shaking. How positively… *adorable*.  
Pull up a coffin. Dinner is served."  
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**[Verse 1 – melodic, hypnotic, taunting]**  
You think a strand of garlic, think a crucifix and bell  
Will keep me from your threshold? My dear, you jest as well  
I do not flinch from sunlight, nor a stake through my breast  
I've dined on better hunters and I've laid them down to rest  
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I cross your door uninvited – it's the custom of my kind  
And the only invitation that I need is your fine spine  
I drink by no permission, I ask for no consent  
Your pulse is merely table wine – I came for what it meant  
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**[Pre-Chorus – spoken aside, out of tempo]**  
*(A sip. A pause. A smile.)*  
"Forgive me – your heartbeat, it races so.  
A charming vintage. 'Terrified', I think… yes, 1802.  
Where was I? Ah. Dinner."  
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**[Chorus 1 – aggressive rave, growling opener]**  
*You're delicious, my dear – so divine, so refined*  
*Sweet little morsel, so tender, so blind*  
*I'll drink you to dregs, I'll drain every last sign*  
*A feast for a lady – oh, you taste of new wine*  
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**[Verse 2 – melodic, slightly bored, aristocratic]**  
I have strolled a thousand decades while your kingdoms turned to dust  
And every noble hunter turned to supper, as one must  
I've heard a million rumors that I'm weaker than a moth  
But I find them truly darling – like a child's embroidered cloth  
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No, I take no offense, dear – I take your measure with a smile  
Then I take you to my parlor for a long and lovely while  
I collect your little shivers like a gentleman collects art  
You're a whim, a fleeting fancy – a fine stain upon my heart  
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**[Pre-Chorus – spoken aside, giggling, more unhinged]**  
"Do go on with your prayer – I find it adds a certain…  
*je ne sais quoi* to the palate.  
But I must confess, my pet…  
I've tasted this course before."  
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**[Chorus 2 – faster, glitching, rap-infused]**  
*You're familiar, my dear – a little too plain*  
*Your flavor is fading, like sugar in rain*  
*I drink to the dregs, but the dregs are a strain*  
*A stale, over-sweetened, repetitive stain*  
*(hisss…)*  
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**[Bridge – rapid rap barricade, breakcore stutter]**  
Let me speak plainly, in the tongue of old songs –  
Your blood is a ballad that I've sang for too long!  
I've sipped from the sun, I've drunk from the sea!  
But you, my gauche lamb, are a dull little flea!  
I can drain you a thousand times, still never be filled –  
Your iron has rusted, your vintage has spilled!  
You're a bug with no choice, a moth with no light –  
And I am the lady who swallows your night!  
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**[Chorus 3 – slower, brutal, disgusted]**  
*You taste of decay, like a grave that's been wept*  
*A cellar of fungus where the violets have slept*  
*I drink to the dregs – but the final regret*  
*Is the gulp of your rot, my dear – pointless, forget*  
*(guttural growl, glitch)*  
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**[Outro – spoken, cold, aristocratic, fading into static]**  
"I do believe I have been *most* generous with my appetite.  
I offered you civility – and yet you spoil.  
How very rude of you, little thing.  
One must learn proper manners…  
lest one becomes a dessert for a better host.  
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Now do hold still.  
I should hate to muss the carpet."  
*(a laugh – a snap – silence. No fade. No bow.)*  
**[End — dead air]**