Deep from under my skin

something comes alive

a perverse affection with the jugular vein

fresh blood i must find

I love the site of lacerated flesh

the hunt the thrill the smell

no need to pray motherfucka

'cause we're both going straight to hell

I grab my knife, slice deep into his neck, severing the trackia

Crimson trails run down his back collecting in a pool of blood

Homicidal, It's All worth while

For The Scent Of Fresh Blood

It's smells so sweet

New Found Glory

Bitter Defeat

I cover their mouths with my blood stained hands

to stifle a morbid groan

Applying pressure to the sides of the neck

clears a passage for the blood to flow

Crazed as my eyes roll back into my head, now slipping into dementia

a hunger runs right through my veins and it craves for more fresh blood

Homicidal, It's All worth while

For The Scent Of Fresh Blood

It's smells so sweet

New Found Glory

Bitter Defeat

Dying to bleed, so violently

visions of my knife, as it pierced your throat

Dying to bleed, so violently

visions of my knife, as it pierced your throat

Mutilate, Annihilate, My evil deeds are spawned from hate

Lacerate, obliterate, My sick obsession is your fate

The Scent Of Fresh Blood