Fresh Blood, Fresh Pussy

My face turns pale every fourth week
Scratch a hole in my stomach
Dress in my blood
All I can think about is

I need blood
My dreams are turning red
I need blood
I almost bled to death

Fresh blood
Fresh pussy
Fresh blood
Fresh pussy
Fresh blood
Fresh pussy

I eat a man every fourth week
I like my men medium rare
Cum shots from an ox
All I can think about is

I need blood
My dreams are turning red
I need blood
I almost bled to death

Nothing is ever gonna make me
Clean again
That was the sacrifice I made
To always belong to the dirt
I am dirt
Mother Mary couldn’t wash the
Stains off my back