Where The Blood Goes
I don't know just where the blood goes
I know how to feel
I know how to steal
I know how to kill
And the more you wait for heaven
The more you will learn of hell
And the more that I hate you
The more that I hate myself
I'm alone on this broken path
Wearing gloves and a mask
I find myself on lovers lane
Doing the Devil's task
And the more you wait for heaven
The more you will learn of hell
And the more that I kill you
The more that I kill myself
Autor(es): Alex Story
