We’ll kick all the hobgoblins out
But then, why did you let them in?
Vampire hunters have no chance
When guarded by armed men
They trust the needle, mesmerized
By overblown bullshit
Rote recitals televised
When not allowed off-script
No hyperbole for legalese
With some superlatives thrown in
Forget about those marched away
For exposing Khazarians
Vampire hunters behind walls
So politicians thrive
Soon they’ll toast adrenochrome
Before our very eyes
Vampires fear exposure
And attack all that can see
They claim their fangs don’t hurt as bad
As lives that they set free
But in those times they like to feast
On those they hypnotize the least
They risk the walking dead to see
The fruits of their brutality
Their hearts and minds are filled with fright
For those who won’t accept their bite
Death by war or Devil’s teeth
The sun soon sends them in retreat
So whether you vote for vampires
Or the Bride of Frankenstein
We’ll only clear this haunted house
With a stake run through their lies
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