Needs

As the moon waxed and waned
He felt the depth of his love shoot right to the surface
Overwhelmed by the once suppressed need to devour something whole
The shapes began to shift and right before his eyes
His angel became his meal
Call off your hunt, that kill is mine

I'm leaving town with the her blood on my breath
Lord knows when we'll feed again
I walked away with her hand on my chest
Lord knows when we'll feed again

Angel, keep your wings clean, and don't get near him if he isn't "Me"
Angel, until his eyes go red to blue, keep your thoughts as pure as gold
Cuz he can read your mind and his head ain't right, no
Before the fever leaves our home, play for his salvation
He'll say he means no harm

Eclipsed eternally now by the echoes of her final breath
Roaming tormented from town to town to forever stalk the highway
The shapes began to shift and right before my eyes, you became my meal
Call off your hunt, that kill is mine