Deep from under my skin something comes alive a perverse affection with the jugular vein fresh blood i must find I love the site of lacerated flesh the hunt the thrill the smell no need to pray motherfucka 'cause we're both going straight to hell I grab my knife, slice deep into his neck, severing the trackia Crimson trails run down his back collecting in a pool of blood Homicidal, It's All worth while For The Scent Of Fresh Blood It's smells so sweet New Found Glory Bitter Defeat I cover their mouths with my blood stained hands to stifle a morbid groan Applying pressure to the sides of the neck clears a passage for the blood to flow Crazed as my eyes roll back into my head, now slipping into dementia a hunger runs right through my veins and it craves for more fresh blood Homicidal, It's All worth while For The Scent Of Fresh Blood It's smells so sweet New Found Glory Bitter Defeat Dying to bleed, so violently visions of my knife, as it pierced your throat Dying to bleed, so violently visions of my knife, as it pierced your throat Mutilate, Annihilate, My evil deeds are spawned from hate Lacerate, obliterate, My sick obsession is your fate The Scent Of Fresh BloodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
