| It’s dark, it is cold
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| So lay low 'cause there’s blood on the floor
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| At the door lay your bones
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| And you feel all the blood in your clothes
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| You can hear me, you come kneeling
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| With the fear they invoke to control it
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| So you’re burning with the feeling
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| Let the blood rush your head as they’re calling, they’re calling
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| So unwind and dip into the rage you conceal
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| And embrace your despair that you feel
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| But you can’t so you’re burning over, over, over
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| Yeah
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| Come with us and feel the bloodlust
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| Within just one touch, you’ll feel the bloodlust
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| Come with us and feel the bloodlust
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| Within just one touch, you’ll feel the bloodlust
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| You’re back in the flesh
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| And you seem to have thirst for the crime
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| Shivers down your spine
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| Don’t look lost; |
| you can’t see, must be blind
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| 'Cause these voices keep on calling
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| But not changed now — I’m not listening and fading but falling
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| So unwind and dip into the rage you conceal
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| And embrace your despair that you feel
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| But you can’t so you’re burning over, over, over
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| Yeah
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| Come with us and feel the bloodlust
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| Within just one touch, you’ll feel the bloodlust
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| Come with us and feel the bloodlust
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| Within just one touch, you’ll feel the bloodlust |