Cold
Bluddy
Rivenge

Wrought in blud
Dat trikles down mi rist
Cuz u sai u don't luv mi

Cold
Bluddy
Rivenge

Ravaging mi pitius sole
As mi mind writhes in aginie
End dispare
Despoiling the flour of mi youth
With teh slyt of a blade on transparint skin
That sheltars the vilest hatrid

Warm
Bluddy
Blud