• As I press my mouth against your wrist,
    you lay there helpless.
    You're hoping and praying that God exists,
    but you know it's useless.

    As I sink my teeth into your wrist,
    you know you're going to die.
    You're hoping and praying that God exists,
    and a tear falls from your eye.

    As the sweet red liquid emerges from your wrist,
    you yell out a cry of pain.
    You're hoping and praying that God exists,
    but you know it's all in vain.

    As I'm slowly draining your life from your wrist,
    you know you have become my meal.
    You're hoping and praying that God exists,
    and now you cannot feel.

    As I finish feeding from your wrist,
    you know it is too late.
    You were hoping and praying that God exists,
    but now you have met your fate.