I was an accident, my mother was surprised Spent the last twenty years living in disguise Hiding my identity from all the prying eyes Trying to make a life of fabricated lies I was only seven when my family was deceased Just a skinny bugger, but the crowd wants a feast They all took a bite, theres nothing left at least Thats how it seems to the brides of the beast The sudden thud, the spurt of blood The sound of crunching bone Bring me your blood tonight at ten [2x] Im falling in love with myself again Said I was responsible for other peoples lives Said that I was lethal with guns and clubs and knives But I knew they belonged to me Each one was my bride None of them went quietly, each one gave his cry
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