Incelween

[Verse 1]
I’m a dead incel
Living for your blood cells
In your demonias you make my pale skin blush
I’m labeled a racist
And like dominatrix
I’m iron deficient
But I can get the job done
The land of the living
Calls for my bringing
So I have a bloodstream
So vampire girls can
Suck my dick
Though I’m from Transylvania
I’m not into necromania
And though I can’t make the front cover of fangoria
I’ll browse 4chan in my crypt

[Chorus]
Labeled an outcast
But not for the bloodbaths
Lost in translation
Eight hundred years have passed
Allergic to sunlight
So I will stay inside
The stakes are calling
As I sit here on my ass

[Verse 2]
I thought I had found her
But she’s just an e-goth
She didn’t mind me
When I said Dracula did nothing wrong
I thought she was civil
She saw me as little
And with my elite strength
I called her out on wizardchan depression blogs
Now back inside my cave
To browse anon all day
But when the night comes
I know that I’ll have my way
Lingering writing
Will hide inside me
So I’ll hit some drywall
I know you’ll come running back some day

[Chorus]
Labeled an outcast
But not for the bloodbaths
Lost in translation
Eight hundred years have passed
Allergic to sunlight
So I will stay inside
The stakes are calling
As I sit here on my ass

[Chorus]
Labeled an outcast
But not for the bloodbaths
Lost in translation
Eight hundred years have passed
Allergic to sunlight
So I will stay inside
The stakes are calling
As I sit here on my ass

[Outro] (x8)
This undead life is not worth living
This undead life is unforgiving