Testo Smeared Blood

As the knife cuts through my veins, I feel again.
As You breathe into me, I live again.
As the uncertainties hold my tongue,
I swear to God, tomorrow will be done.

I just want to feel the weight of my own blood
smeared across your arms and racing to your neck.
(Oh how we call this Love) We call this Love.
(And I will never go back)
I'll never go.