i dont 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
im alone on this broken path
wearing gloves and a mask
i find myself on lovers lane
doing the devils 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