From the recording DAYWALKER The Musical
Blade interrupts a crowd of vampires at an underground dance party. The crowd is silent as they know he is there to shut it down. Feeling left out, Blade questions his place in the world.
Lyrics
His eyes, a piercing shade of amber
A storm of emotions
Tumultuous sea of loneliness
Is it him? It's him!
They stammer
Silence falls you could hear a blood drop
Stick a pin it, we're done
Grab the blood mop
He found our dance hideout
Should we run or should we find out?
The crowd is crestfallen, sullen
Silence is golden until one musters
The volume to ask again
"Is that him?"
No response, one’s emboldened
To cross the threshold when...
SLICE!
I guess I missed out on the invite again
Left to sniff out blood of vampire again
Now I'll set the mood on fire
When I arrive I hear their laughter
They're pointing they don't know
What I'm after
Can we get on the same page?
Every time I engage they scatter
They think I'm violent but they're wrong
Far from it, but they treat me like garlic
Help me find my place where do I belong
So I lash out
Oh no, he's here, shut it down
Is that him? It's him
Buzz kill, everyone run now
Wait let's talk let's chat
I have ideas if you'll hear em
No reason to run no reason to shout
No reason to fear em
But they back out
So I lash out
Not worth it to intervene
He's not here to dance
It's Mr. Hall Monitor
The big bad mean Daywalker
The big bad mean
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