Blood Red

Take a knife and stab what already feels dead
And then make some wine from tears that will fill the cup blood red
Blood red
Blood red

Fatal overdose again, again
Every laboured breath is now crowded out by pain
And the downpour on the windshield hits like bullets, not like rain

Sucking all of what is left
The vampire barely gets fed
It's blood red
Blood red
Blood red
Blood red
Blood red



Credits
Writer(s): Kristy Lee Thirsk, Richard Dale Maranda, Judd Arthur Cochrane, Stephen Sinclair Van Der Woerd
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