Testo Blood On Your Tounge

In the night, weren't you the brave one. You've got hate in the mail. You've got blood on your tounge. But soon, you wont be afraid. But soon, you'll have death on your shade. But soon, you wont be afraid of the blood on your tounge.



It runs down your face. It calms you when you see it fall.


The car's in the way. Weren't you the brave one today. You'll be half the man I used to be. And now, you can lie to me my love. You can run from me my love. But I can see the blood on your tounge.



It runs down her face. It calms you, when you see it fall. I will get you I will. I will get you to speak in the way I think. Or I'll die trying.