Just three miles from the rest stop
And you slam on the brakes
You said Itried to be but I'm not
And could you please collect your things
I don't wanna be cold
I don't wanna be cruel
But I gotta find more
Than what's happening with you
If you'd - open up the door

*Even before, before we were wounded by our pride and their prejudice, you were repulsed by me. Hated me. Hated me for the soul I didn't have. Hated the humanity that clung to me like graveyard dirt. The stench of weakness drove you from me.*

You said - while you were sleeping
I was listening to the radio
And wondering what you're dreaming when
It came to mind that I didn't care
So I thought - hell if it's over
I had better end it quick
Or I could lose my nerve
Are you listening - can you hear me
Have you forgotten

*Driving for nothing and heading to nowhere and what do I do now? You didn't want me, Sire mine. Not then, not now, not ever, you said that last time. Slayer said it better, said I was beneath her, but even in your clumsy words and twisting eyes I could see it. Beneath you, not how I want to be but how I was. Writhing but not in ecstasy. In pain from the heart you took, the heart you said I didn't need.*

Just three miles from the rest stop
And my mouth's too dry to rage
The light was shining from the radio
I could barely see yourface
But you knew all the words that I never had said
You knew the crumpled-up promise of this
Broken down man - and as I opened up the door

*Pull over, feed. Throw up again. Blood won't stay down, won't sit and rot with my soul. Soul doesn't like blood. Broken man, broken vampire. Useless gob of flesh and demon. Even the damned have more than I; the lust of a thousand devils is better than the indifference of one--my Sire. You damned me to salvation. Now what do I do?*