Your luck is crazy, and I'm so messed up
my visions x-ray, see what your made of
I got a black heart, your dream in laser
and If our love scars, we'll stitch it later

you can bleed on me

I like your slither, your snakey walk now
I want to bleed all over what you've got now
Can I scratch that? I know your itching
If you want all of my all of my all
you better bite down deep

Tonight we rise, up from the depths below
And ride our Angel wings high above the hell we used to know
We're going to light it up until we're blacking out
and get it working it working it oww!

Loving ain't got no flavor till were painting it red
and were never going to meet our maker till he leave us for dead
left for dead left for dead left for dead
you can bleed on me.