Blood

The beating of your heart,
The rushing of your blood,
The wound that always bleeds,
It's all too good.
The fights and the wars,
The hate we all exploit,
We do it for the blood.
And when you start to bleed,
Oh, I just can't resist,
The taste of our blood.
And it's nothing to hide,
And it's nothing to deny.
It's all quite simple,
Blood is what I live for.