Lost for Words

I was spending my time in the doldrums
I was caught in the cauldron of hate
I felt persecuted and paralyzed
I thought that everything else would just wait
While you are wasting your time on your enemies
Engulfed in a fever of spite
Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades
Like shadows into the night

To martyr yourself to caution
Is not going to help at all
Because there'll be no safety in numbers
When the Right One walks out of the door

Can you see your eyes blighted by darkness?
Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?
Stuck in a world of isolation
While ivy grows over the door

So I open my door to my enemies
And I ask could we wipe the slate clean
But they tell me to please go fuck myself
You know you just can't win

Nemesis

Vampire's Kiss

A publishing executive is visited and bitten by a vampire and starts exhibiting erratic behavior. He pushes his secretary to extremes as he tries to come to terms with his affliction. The vampire continues to visit and drink his blood, and as his madness deepens, it begins to look as if some of the events he's experiencing may be hallucinations.

IMDb

A fristrated Manhattan literary editor, Peter Loew, meets a mysterious woman. During a passionate night of lovemaking, the woman bites him on the neck, darwing blood. When she disappears the next morning, Peter becomes convinced that she was a vampire and that's he's become one too. As he loses himself to pressure of everyday life, he begins to act the role of a creature of the night.

MGM

Nothing’s Wrong?

There’s nothing wrong
With what you do and what you say
There’s nothing wrong
Pure will will get you through
Why can’t you see you’re in my way?
Your ways are killing you
Do what thou wilt
Shall be the whole of the law
Do what thou wilt
All they understand is the claw
Why can’t you see you’re in my way?
Your ways are killing you
Your ways are killing me
Killing me
Killing you
So go fuck yourself anyway
Keep this hunger
There’s nothing wrong
With how I live my life today
There’s nothing wrong
So go fuck yourself anyway
Why can’t you see you’re in my way?

Thelema (or 93 explained)

The religion known as Thelema was founded in 1904 by the English poet and mystic Aleister Crowley (1875 - 1947), who is regarded as its prophet. Those who follow the path of Thelema are called Thelemites.
The theology of Thelema postulates all manifested existence arising from the interaction of two cosmic principles: the infinitely extended, all-pervading Space-Time Continuum; and the atomic, individually expressed Principle of Life and Wisdom. The interplay of these Principles gives rise to the Principle of Consciousness which governs existence.
Nearly all Thelemites keep a record of their personal practices, and their progress therein, in a "Magical Diary". Thelemites often take mystic names or "magical mottoes" for themselves as a sign of commitment; and customarily greet each other with the phrase, "Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law"; to which the customary response is, "Love is the law, love under will". Sometimes these phrases are abbreviated by the simple statement of the number "ninety-three", which number signifies both "Will" and "Love" through a particular form of numerology of significance within Thelema.