"Punk rock should mean freedom, liking and accepting anything that you like. Playing whatever you want. As sloppy as you want. As long as it's good and it has passion."

In his nightmare, black rain fell
And clogged their first kiss, now suffocating
She dies in his arms, now their love is a ghost
As she turns into ashes

In his nightmare, black rain fell
And clogged their first kiss, now suffocating
She dies in his arms, now their love is a ghost
As she turns into ashes and the wind sends her crumbling
Into the setting sun and her love was a vampire
Into the setting sun and her love was a vampire

She dies in his arms, now their love's a floating ghost
As she turns into ashes and the wind sends her crumbling
She dies in his arms, now their love's a floating ghost
As she turns into ashes and the wind sends her crumbling
She dies in his arms, now their love's a floating ghost
As she turns into ashes and the wind sends her crumbling
She dies in his arms, now their love's a floating ghost
As she turns into ashes and the wind sends her crumbling
She dies in his arms, now their love's a floating ghost
As she turns into ashes and the wind sends her crumbling
She dies in his arms, now their love's a floating ghost
As she turns into ashes and the wind sends her crumbling
Into the setting sun, her love was a (vampire, vampire)
Into the setting sun, her love was a (vampire, vampire)
Into the setting sun, her love was a (vampire, vampire)
Into the setting sun, her love was a vampire

Vampire, vampire
Vampire, vampire