Mud کے بول

Woke up, got himself up Looked into the foggy mirror I'm not a part of it, I'm not a part of it Looked back to the fog, to the time glass To find nothing at all A light from a distance shore to the ocean low I want your blood I want your eyes, you get me through it all I want it up, I want your mud and attention Give me the mud Not the mud you made me swallow I want real love, the one that comes in a bottle It would take some time Till he found he was in a place he would never belong Under the wings of what he thought was a heart I want your blood I want your eyes, you get me through it all I want it up, I want your mud and attention Give me the mud Not the mud you made me swallow I want real love, the one that comes in a bottle I want your blood I want your eyes, you get me through it all I want it up, I want your mud and attention Give me the mud Not the mud you made me swallow I want real love, the one that comes in a bottle Comes in a bottle