Из альбома: Seasons of Sickness...

Hard on for your blood
I’ve got a hard on for your blood
And when the dying starts
It really breaks my heart
That it’s you I’m thinking of Hard on for your blood
So fucking hard for your blood
It ain’t your pretty face
It’s how your skin separates
When the knife is in your lungs
I walk down these dirty streets
And they all look the fucking same
'Til I don’t know if I wanna see another day
And I can’t help believe that the reason things suck
As bad as they do Are the millions of little drops of shit like you
Hard on for your blood
I’ve got a hard on for your blood
I’m gonna cut you right
This is my favorite knife
I guess that’s kind of love
Hard on for your blood
So fucking hard for your blood
This is the perfect night for the world to die
Here with both of us You cannot rape the willing
But I got this funny feeling
That you didn’t know how far I would go Still I don’t think for a second
That you regret your decision
I can hear your pleasure through your screams and moans
And when the dying starts it really breaks my heart
That it’s you I’m thinking of Hard for blood
So fucking hard for your blood
This is the perfect night for the world to die
Here with both of us And I can’t help the fact that your girlfriend’s nasty twat gets wet
Every time that she hears my shitty voice crack
When I’m trying to sing a love song
It’s just that she knows that I’m hard for her blood

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