Perfect Blood

Knock knock knock on my coffin door
Oh my God you're just going to want more, more, more
Can't you see that others put me in this resting place
And the only way for my blood to flow is with a warm embrace

Now ask yourself what you are really here for
I'm just asking for the truth so I won't be love-poor
Really? Why cant you just leave me in the ground
'Cause we all know I'm nothing but bound

He answered me by first giving me a thorny rose
Using it to cut himself for me to drink his blood from his own abode
The man said to me you knock on that door first
Telling me you were dying of thirst

When someone asks to drink of me
I give a real love that you will forever see
So now drink up for there is a whole cup
And it never stops flowing so wake up

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