Blood Like Cream
Red Fang
I refuse to sleep
I will not eat
I'm drowning in my bed
Bind her hands to mine
And make her blind
She's lost the rest of time
Babe, frothing at the teat
Carry him to me
His blood like cream
Stars that fade away
Their light will dissipate
And carve another name
Cut it up
Cut it up
Cut it up
Just before I take it
Paint your lips with blood
And clean your eyes
You've stripped away the skin
Babe, frothing at the teat
Carry him to me
His blood like cream
Cancer of thinking
Thinking
You've left behind
All that
You're wasting
Wasting away
