Come on. Born to lose maybe but not through you. Not like you, thank your God, not, you're too confused. . Little one what I need ain't what you bleed.
The price leaves me feeling empty. A rusted inside, a broken frown. The clock is real, make a deal, risk another hand. Time is now and the payment is my sin.
You're just the blood in my hand. You mean nothin', man. You're just the blood in my hand. You mean nothin', man, man, man. You're just the blood, blood.