: What did I close in here? I can't remember ever shedding tears o'spite On this ground, cropping up the fatal frontline Like a soot-blackened palisade
You deceived that he believed In the bloodstained cross You deceived that he believed In the bloodstained cross [Mike solo] You deceived that he believed In the bloodstained
can't see eye to eye Well, I know they know the way I think I know they always will But someday I'm gonna change my mind Sometimes I'd rather kill Bloodstains
wake up From this fucked up fantasy Bloodstains - Speed kills Fast cars - Cheap thrills Rich girls - Fine wine I've lost my sense... I've lost control... I've lost my mind! Bloodstains
Bloodstain on a blue vein Take it with no shame Love tracks on a loose train Bloodstain on a blue vein Take me softly I'm going crazy for your touch. Bloodstain
Master of their infernal fears, I take these burning gates...to reign Pass this torch of evil (so I may become) Through the candlelit Bloodstained
stupid fantasy No more bloodstains, speed kills Fast cars, cheap thrills Rich girls, fine wine I've lost my sense, I've lost control, I've lost my mind Come on Bloodstains
Feeling like my life keeps hanging from a sting but there's no where I can turn to look for help and everything I wanted to come clear and every thing
. Bloodstain on a blue vein Take it with no shame Love tracks on a loose train Bloodstain on a blue vein Take me softly I'm going crazy for your touch. Bloodstain
what I say Users and losers There's nothing here to make me stay Bloodstain, on a blue vein Take it with no shame Love tracks on a loose train Bloodstain
cuando yo este frente a mi creador y ese libro se habra por completo los hechos del hombre, tanto buenos como malos sean recordados alli mi nonbre no
What did I close in here? I can't remember ever shedding tears of spite On this ground, cropping up the fatal front line Like a soot-blackened palisade
Meier may we be this way forever And tell me lover what will become of the others? Bones, skin, nails and flesh On a bed of lack of passion, a medieval
I am bleeding, there is blood on my hands On every knife in the kitchen drawers bloodstained scissors on the bedroom floor can anybody hear me, I don'
