You give faith to deadly snakes, retain the need for names Now burn your books for me Confusion must end, jarred-up sympathy I've been here, but you won't hear, what have you to say to me? Vampires wear a straight face Expression of your dead weight Oh, go back down and load up what you can't sell And you don't sound the same And there's no one around who cares what you say Oh, I wanna trust you; don't do that to me I'm right here without my fear Can't take a switch-hitting twist in the name game I made a mistake trusting you with what I make Crowd control, assume the role Mr. Pointy-shoes put a pen to your soul Crowd control, assume the role Mr. Pointy-shoes, put a pen to your... Vampires wear a straight face Expression of your dead weight