Blood Fetish

It's such a shame the way that you out yourself
In the crisis state of your mental health
Built your story out of daggers now you've gored yourself
It's no shock to us that you get off on blood

You speak in towers like you've got it all tied up
With your fist of rain and your dumb white luck
You took your cup, Filled it up
Dumped it out, the fuck is up
Seems the world is fucked
And you're naked for once

All hail the artist class with their axe of glass
Acting like their work is gonna save the world
Maybe you, catch a clue
I know just what to do
Call your family
Ask to pay for your own phone bill



Credits
Writer(s): Billie Heck
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