Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Caleb, my son, how dare you choose to let your prey go free?
You know too well, we cannot show our true identities.
This is, by far, the gravest slight that you could dare display—
To mock my words and turn from them in such a brazen way.

(Verse 2)
The truth remains, its weight not yet laid bare for all to see;
It must be known, if any seek the peace they hoped to achieve.
You see that boy—the one they loved, who entered here last week—
It was MY son who put that restless, bubbly boy to sleep!

(Chorus)
The debt is blood, and blood alone will settle what is due,
No cash, no check, no credit card accepted in its lieu.
The price is life, for every night one sleeps within these walls;
The ledger’s balance must be met, and done by protocol!

(Verse 3)
They begged and wept for him, to let them draw a final breath,
The insult shown is one that I will not soon forget.
Stand down, my son, if you still dare to try this final test,
But if you do then know i’s YOU who bee be laid to rest!

(Verse 4)
You’ve torn the cloth that kept identities from being spilled;
Now mortal eyes have seen us, and by oath, they must be killed!
For every life, a price awaits, a cost to claim in kind,
And you, my son, have chosen to sign on the dotted line!

(Chorus)
The debt is blood, and blood alone will settle what is due,
No cash, no check, no credit card accepted in its lieu.
The price is life, for every night one sleeps within these walls;
The ledger’s balance must be met, and done by protocol!

(Bridge)
You shield them though they are no longer blind to how we thrive;
To live, we only take the life that’s needed to survive.

So if you choose to keep me longer from our honored guests
Then i’m afraid the payment’s due, and YOU’LL be laid to rest!!

(Outro)
So here we end, as stories do, with bitter, twisted jest—
My trust betrayed, my love decayed by tiny, little fists.
They’ll fit inside your coffin, though it otherwise is cramped;
You could have had a suite near mine, right here at Hotel Vamp!