Dracula Reality Songtext
von Ryan Power

1983 and I′m afraid of me, my Grampa painted me
Dracula for Halloween, but he's too artsy
I look in the mirror and what do I see
Shiny hair, pointy teeth, sunken eyes
Who is staring back at me?
Dracula reality
Under a cape I can′t escape PTSD
The feeling when he looked at me

I can't go to school, I'm feeling paralyzed
This special, private ghoul
Sees the stake in other cool
They are not like me
I look in the mirror and what do I see
Shiny hair, pointy teeth, sunken eyes
Who is staring back at me?
I′m facing my mortality
I ran outside in the sunlight
Safe in my fear of shining bright I disappear
Just like him, disappear


A turtle and its shell, a bowl of soup of Hell
A new language that reminds you of tender pain oh well
The engineer who built and drove the first train off the ledge
So gorgeous are the failures of fantasy′s midlife wedge
Foreign movie mayhem passion actually means suffering
Retail therapy distracting you from facing the real thing
A hole the size of Texas growing in your lonesome heart
The lowest of the low bottom feeders swim in the dark
A holy body manima verklempt from the last scene
A shockwave hot wire shot opening a spiral sleeve
Same old problems sprouting up
Things don't work, you shout fuck
Things go well and you hold on tightly
If only you could let go lightly
You could see your dreams become reality

As the years go by I know exactly why
My Grampa was so sad
As I cried the make-up ran
He was too artsy
I look in the mirror and what do I see
Shiny hair, pointy teeth, sunken eyes
Who is staring back at me?
I′m facing my mortality
I ran outside in the sunlight
Safe in my fear of shining bright I disappear
Just like him, disappear