You leech of our souls,
And our pain is your gain;
You feast on our emotions,
And many of them you've slain.
Still you let us live,
As mates, consort and "food";
And we turn too weak to fight it back,
While you nibble on our moods.
Day by day we're getting older,
But you decide to stop our time;
Making us your equals,
One of your kind.
We rise into our new lives,
Thinking we're strong, powerful and handsome;
While we become forever yours,
You hold our hearts and souls for ransom.
And our pain is your gain;
You feast on our emotions,
And many of them you've slain.
Still you let us live,
As mates, consort and "food";
And we turn too weak to fight it back,
While you nibble on our moods.
Day by day we're getting older,
But you decide to stop our time;
Making us your equals,
One of your kind.
We rise into our new lives,
Thinking we're strong, powerful and handsome;
While we become forever yours,
You hold our hearts and souls for ransom.
