Blood
it makes me happy
it makes me sing
though for others it may sting
when at the crucifix
being brought down
may the blood
be spread all over town
with its red glare
and at sight makes you sick
with a simple slice
all you hear is click
the deadly weapons
may never go
forget about you severed head
lets get on with the show
it makes me sing
though for others it may sting
when at the crucifix
being brought down
may the blood
be spread all over town
with its red glare
and at sight makes you sick
with a simple slice
all you hear is click
the deadly weapons
may never go
forget about you severed head
lets get on with the show
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