Blood in my mouth, blood in my mouth. Don't you try to kiss me when there's blood in my mouth. Blood on my face, blood on my face. Don't you take pictures when there's blood on my face.
Pardon me my dear you've gone straight to my head. It's now been two months that i expected to be dead. And i can swear on this but I can't be sure. I think the hands of fate just got a manicure.