The Pain Of The Night

The Dead Next Door

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I can´t control my urges
Every night I roam the streets
I can´t resist the taste of blood
Intoxicating and sweet
Because the pain of the night
Is pounding in my head
Because the pain of the night
A soldier of the undead
I try to resist my urges
But every night I fail
Pieces of your white skin
Are stuck under my nails
Sometimes I wonder
If my life is worth living
Between the hurting
And the pain the night is giving