Intro [There Existed an Addiction to Blood]

Mack like you don't remember the cash and the money
The mad dash after the ball had dropped
Dolphin turned tail on you right then and the water was hot
Boiling the oil separating all the good stuff to the top
And then the bottom fell out
And the bodies hit the floor
Same old, bare face and body
While you come payrolling
Everybody rocking them halo back in the day but they know
Say no more
The ghost of bitches and chickens come home to roost
And every stitch of them putting this hitch that's connected to the truth
And demons seeking freedom out here weaving the quilt
And there may even be some meaning gleaming in the streets that they built
On top of dead bodies in the olden days
When the pen was a quill and the blood was the ink
Upon which all them scary stories were built
How you liken loving John to a meal and think that would be the end of the deal
Fucker, they're real, skinwalker
Don't give a fuck how you feel
They eat pieces of meat like you for breakfast, kid
So deal with it, the steel ain't shit
Moon is full, your silver chain is beautiful
And you the fool who never seen the light of day anyway
Any day anybody could pass
Monsters out here just as passionate as men out for cash
Bloodsucker ain't never been a big enough finger to give a fuck
The trigger's up, cross your heart, give it up