Love is like a wild roses, it's looks elegant but if you're not careful they will make you hurt.

-Aghe De Sachi-

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Young Blood Spills Tonight by Eyes Set To Kill

Sip my blood till there's no blood left to spill
From my neck embraced by a concealed grip I welcomed
in my arms, in my arms, in my arms
Bruised by your love
Burned by your kiss
Is this true love?
Is this true love?

Young blood spills tonight
This time the victum is you
Poison lips, the ones you kiss
I swear my love for you is true
Young blood spills

Now here I sing
my deadly lullaby
Bruised by your love
Burned by your kiss
Is this true love?
Is this true love?
Bruised by your love
Burned by your kiss
Is this true love?
Is this true love?(Is this true love?)

Now here I sing my deadly lullaby
Now here I sing to hypnotize your body
Now here I sing my deadly lullaby
Now here I sing to hypnotize your body

We bleed that night till drained
You drank me dry i did the same
We bleed this night till drained
This cold
We bleed that night till drained
You drank me dry i did the same
We bleed this night till drained
This cold, This cold night

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