It’s false
I can’t feel your pulse
Or a heart beating
Competing
For my mortal touch
That your kind crave so much
No fake
I plunged a stake
Through his cold heart
This was the part
When his immortality
Became fatality
It’s false
I can’t feel your pulse
Or a heart beating
Competing
For my mortal touch
That your kind crave so much
No fake
I plunged a stake
Through his cold heart
This was the part
When his immortality
Became fatality