Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blood...All I Need, artist - Twiztid.
Date of issue: 21.10.2012
Song language: English
Blood...All I Need |
Blood, guts, infected cuts cover most or all of my soul |
Blinking Morse code when blood splashes in the eye |
Stab a couple hundred times |
Shit, I’m being generous, I saved all the rage for you |
You deserve the benefits |
Stab a couple more times |
Your body’s like a blood sponge |
Break the rib cage and cartilage, and puncture both your lungs |
Take a deep breath for me |
Gurgle, filling up with blood |
Choking while you’re tryin' to breathe, put that on my crimson love |
Shiny red latex gloves |
They say I be fearing it |
But then again you’re bleeding like a pussy on its period |
Stab a couple million times |
This time in the face I will, watch the blade get stuck in skull |
Really accentuate the kill |
They say that your graveyard should never leave your head |
Or corpse alive, so I’ll keep stabbing 'til your body’s fit and dead |
Of course I’ve saved all this pain for you, every ounce of anger |
Now I’m pincushionin' a voodoo doll, laughing while you’re bleedin' out |
(Blood) |
All I’m looking for |
(Blood) |
All I want is your |
(Blood) |
When I feel like I’m finally at my breaking point |
(Blood) |
When I’m thinking like «what the fuck am I stopping for? |
I should not be stopping for anything but your spinal cord» |
I’ll just put another cut on you |
'til the blood’s all gone and the knife runs through |
When I pull it back out and I’ll put it back in |
And that’ll be the way til everybody’s gonna end |
Just wanna get a knife and go STAB, STAB, STAB, STAB |
Don’t know when it might be, though |
Cause I might be so in a frightening zone |
All I wanna put in you is holes, anytime I’m losing control |
Just gotta find a better way to put a blade inside you, that’s the shit I’m on |
Gotta keep going 'til I feel bone and I ain’t talkin' thuggish and ruggish |
But I wanna get crazy, number one enemy of the public |
Juggalo and I keep it scrubby, put a nick up in your tummy |
When I’m on a date with something lovely, gotta decapitate you honey |
Gotta get my hands on something sharp and shiny |
Gotta take my chance and try to stab in a trailer park behind me |
But I wait for dark that’s when the racist remarks start to flying |
Out of their mouths, I’m bout to invoke a race riot |
Well I’m about to do my part and erase white |
In the rest of this crowd like a chalkboard |
And I got more knives than any store you can think of got stock for |
And a lock is not gonna make me stop I’m thinking about that noise that I just |
heard and I |
Impale, exhale, entrails everywhere |
Stab me too, if you can 'fore you die |
Make it fair |
What am I, a masochist? |
So what if I love pain |
Stab a couple hundred times |
Sharpen knives and play the game |
Blood splattered everywhere, must have cut a vital one |
Blood loss, turning pale, tell me — are we having fun? |
I ain’t close to being done, I’ve still got some blood in me |
Standin' there dripping 'til I run my life’s expectancy |
And expecting me to be anything less than a lunacy I see |
Is like holding your breath and then hoping you still breathe |
It’s not gonna happen, I give my life to the stabbin' |
And like a flame to a dragon I like to burn everything |
That I’ve captured |
But I’ve stabbed so many holes in your body that the burning |
It doesn’t matter, I’m a human disaster |
And all I wanna do is take a knife and go right through your back, sir |