Blinded
KONRAD SNYDER, PETER ALLAN GROENWALD, PRATEEK KUHAD
Lost in the night
Shadow cloaks my escape
Blinded by love
Hungry for a taste
Blinded
Hharpened blade
Make my way upstairs
Open window
But you're not there
Blinded
By a taste for blood
By a taste for violence
Doors kick in, swing of blade
Blood runs down in front of me
Gun shots, I don't move
Fade away as I see you
Bleeding out on a wooden floor
Obsessive love, constant thirst for more
