• Blood running down the door
    Blood spilling on the floor
    Let it come from the sky
    Let the angels cry from up high

    Blood on my hands
    And in the garbage cans
    spilling from her mouth
    Running towards the south

    Hunger for it day and night
    Trying to hide from human sight
    They run and try to hide
    But I creep up from behind

    Blood running down the door
    Blood spilling on the floor
    Blood on my hands