Loveblood

I want your love.
 I want your blood.
 I want your love.
 Road's black
 sitting in your lap.
 I'm a slave
 and I'm on fire.
 I can't call
 can you comprehend?
 Drill into my skin
 on the wire.
 It's on your skin.
 This mess I'm in.
 Sip, too sour.
 And it all depends
 on how I spend
 my last hour.
 I want your love.
 I want your blood.
 I want your love.
 I want your love.
 I want your blood.
 I want your love.
 I'm on
 this nonsense trip.
 When I grab the whip
 it's tired.
 Try hard
 and you push the frame
 but I think that it's expired.
 It's on your skin.
 This mess I'm in.
 Sip, too sour.
 And it all depends
 on how I spend
 my last hour.
 I want your love.
 I want your blood.
 I want your love.
 I want your love.
 I want your blood.
 I want your love.
 I want your love.
 I want your blood.
 I want your love.
 I want your love.
 I want your blood.
 I want your love.
 I want your love.
 I want your blood.
 I want your love.
 I want your love.
 I want your blood.
 I want your love.
 I want your love.
 I want your blood.
 I want your love.
 I want your love.
 I want your blood.
 I want your love.
 I want your love.
 I want your blood.
 I want your love.