A groan of tedium escapes me,
startling the fearful.
Is this a test? 
It has to be. 
Otherwise I can’t go on.
Draining patience, drain vitality.
This paranoid, paralyzed vampire acts a little old.

But I’m still right here,
giving blood and keeping faith.
And I’m still right here.

But I’m still right here,
giving blood and keeping faith.
And I’m still right here.

Wait it out...
I’m gonna wait it out.
Wait it out.

If there were no rewards to reap,
no embrace to see me through,
this tedious path I’ve chosen here,
I certainly would’ve walked away, by now.