Feeding on you is no more a concern Feeding on me is more of what I get these days Won't you smile wonät you laugh Wont' you delight in my decay
Though you said you knew what's right Though you tried to make yourself go blind Won't you hear won't you feel Won't you know I end tonight
Burns in the night Breeding into your deepest drives Let it bleed some more Burning the night A bloodstained dead-end plague Try to bleed it off
Red stains on white Cold and rusty knife of old Trembling shadow on the bathroom floor Feverish thoughts they die too slow
Youth in abstract septic tanks Panding judgments - mommies voice was a fake Did she know, had she seen? Did she ever witness hell?
2000 bloodied nights I need some more to wash away your scars They belong to me now There's just this one way to know
Burns in the night Breeding into your deepest drives Let it bleed some more Burning the night A bloodstained dead-end plague Try to bleed it off
Red stains on white Cold and rusty knife of old Trembling shadow on the bathroom floor Feverish thoughts they die too slowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
