I want his blood on my fingers
I want his blood on my hands
I want his blood in my mouth
I want to taste him dying
You're locked in a room
And your pain is the key
I'm starving and need
To feed on your suffering
Scratch at the walls
I hear the scraping inside of me
Look in the mirror and you'll see

That I've hit bottom, hit bottom, come!
This ends here
I'm your personal demon
You have everything to fear
Hit bottom, hit bottom, come!
And I'm near
Spit drips on your neck
You hear me breathing in your ear, cause

I want, yeah!
I want, yeah!
I want, yeah!
I want, yeah!

How does it feel this time
To be the victim?
Helpless and squealing
Under my weight
I'm the chaos you created
A cancer in your system
Helping to spread
This b______'s hate, you know I've

Hit bottom, hit bottom, come!
This ends here
I'm your personal demon
You have everything to fear
Hit bottom, hit bottom, come!
And I'm near
Spit drips on your neck
You hear me breathing in your ear, cause

I want!
I want!
I want!
I want!
Yes, yes, I feel like
I want!
Here it goes, yes it goes, I feel like
I want!
Here it goes, yes it goes, I feel like
I want!
Here it goes, yes it goes, I feel like
I want!
Here it goes, yes it goes up again

How far will I fall?
How far will I fall?
How far will I fall?
How far will I fall down...

That's f___in' right

I want his blood on my fingers
I want his blood on my hands
I want his blood in my mouth
I want to taste him dying, I've

Hit bottom, hit bottom, yeah!
Hit bottom, hit bottom, yeah!
Hit bottom, hit bottom, yeah!
Hit bottom, hit bottom, yeah!

Cause I want his blood on my fingers
I want his blood on my hands
I want his blood in my mouth
I want to taste him dying

Cause I want, yeah!
I want, yeah!
I want, yeah!
I want, yeah!

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