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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
I'll fucking cut you to pieces
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