I know what’s hiding in that blood-red grin,

Fangs behind lips that pull you in.

Drain me slow if I get to choose...

You wannabe —

You wannabe — My Nosferatu

Adore a love that leaves a wound

You mar so gently, I never saw the bruise

You wannabe —

You wannabe — My Nosferatu

Brace for the end,

Or kiss me instead,

Or kiss me full dead —

A race to the end.

You wannabe —

You wannabe — My Nosferatu

You don’t love, you consume,

And I ache to be devoured by you.

You wannabe —

You wannabe — My Nosferatu

I could feel alive

To die in your arms

We could give it a try

If we set out the terms

But you're so cold

When you hold

Don't let go

If I say so

Brace for the end,

Or kiss me instead,

Or kiss me full dead —

A race to the end.

You wannabe —

You wannabe — My Nosferatu

You don’t love, you consume,

And I ache to be devoured by you.

Wannabe my —

Wannabe my — My Nosferatu

I still crawl through the dark back to you.

(I still crawl through the dark back to you.)

I still crawl through the dark back to you.

I still crawl through the dark back to you.