Paroles de Bitter Defeat

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