Drac ft. K'noup

It was half past the hour and the moon was bright

I was soaking in my sorrows from the bosom of the night

A glass of Pinot waits by the painting that weeps, because she meant everything to me

I barely remember who, what, when, and where

But this feeling has thrown me into eternal despair

I carry your sentence, I carry this weight of heartache and anguish from an endless cave

My heart is whole

My heart is tired

Of being called a vampire

It's days like these I wish I wasn't the son of Dracula

I can see your placid pretty face