A hatchet a scythe, a dull, rusted knife You get to decide your own fate A stab in the neck or a nail in your eye Gee, doesn't it sound great? I wish I could tell you it'll be over soon But I'm sure that I'll take my sweet time So bite on your tongue 'cause it's gonna be a while I'll take what's rightfully mine
Blood Gimme yer blood I want yer blood Gimme that sweet fucking nectar Yer blood Gimme yer blood I want yer blood Gimme that sweet fucking nectar Right now!
Gimme yer blood I want yer blood Gimme that sweet fucking nectar Yer blood Gimme yer blood I want yer blood Gimme... cuz I need it I need it I need it I need it fucking now!
A hatchet, a scythe, a dull, rusted knife Fuck it, I’m using them all I just can’t control this urging sensation As the liquid drips on the floor
No mercy left in me Red is all I see The blood thirst reached its peak I'll make you fucking bleed
Gimme yer blood I want yer blood
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