All the vampires moved to Texas
Seeking out untainted blood
Wooden stakes have their replacements
With that amyloid protein crud
It's tough to suck a neck vein
With such "Jell-O" consistency
They're looking for more movement
Through those hardened arteries
The Wolfman howls in anguish
At the taste of unholy flesh
That strange metallic flavor
Is industrial at best
He's become a scavenger
While sniffing all the dead
And the few alive to notice
No longer look at him with dread
But there can be no argument
That Frankenstein's the star
The Transhumanist Agenda
To control us from afar
Will it capture his emotions
His actions and his deeds
Will it take his mind and body
And do with them what it please
Every promise has been broken
Now we all must wait and see
But it's time to take more notice
When vampires and werewolves flee
