Testo di 'Some Like To Bleed' di Last House On The Left

Caw chimes a crow as the sun arose that warm day spilling the light onto her body. Eyes blue as the sky stare open no coin for her soul only death. My holiness, there is much to confess - the way I tore her flesh, oh how she screamed, knowing that she will taste her blood. My dear I whisper softly, like I do my lord almighty - if you want the pain more ghastly just lay down bleeding beside me. The knife slides down your back tracing your spine as you whimper and whine. Flick of my wrist your skin lay ripped. Blood painted blade - taste your life fading. Toasting your glass, tasting your life in my grasp. Your laughs, your cries, should have seen the death in her eye. My lord, bless me for what I've done and grant me when I say let me taste thy blood and pain. Sipping on the vein, praying do thou the same. It opens. Split vein filling a glass of my agony and misery. I see all about me the souls I have tasted, standing, holding up their glasses. Dead - one by one skeletal hands toasting, to all that have felt the ending, to all that are flowing in me, here's to pain. This is what I've always wanted. Endlessly waiting to taste the feeling of my body bleeding. Eyes curled back, scaring flesh unhealed. Some like to bleed. Crucifix wearing, thigh highs-high heels, some like to scream. Come shine down your bleeding light upon me. Some like to bleed.