Blood
It covers walls
It covers the floor
It fills your mind
Seeps in your floor
Creep down the hall
Inside the wall
Into the place
There is a face
Blood on my leg
Blood from your head
What can they do
When it's all in you
Blood in the sink
Blood that I drink
Is it a waste
Rub it on the face
It covers the floor
It fills your mind
Seeps in your floor
Creep down the hall
Inside the wall
Into the place
There is a face
Blood on my leg
Blood from your head
What can they do
When it's all in you
Blood in the sink
Blood that I drink
Is it a waste
Rub it on the face
Credits
Writer(s): Luke Martin
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