I left with shaking hands, looking for danger
Details of modern love, in bed with strangers
And there is no warning, I’m not ignoring

I cut glass on my callused feet, 
cause I walk through miles of make shift mud [bad word] I want your BLOOD!

I got the hands of history’s stranglers, 
and the midnight sky reflects off my skin
I got the flesh of a million strangers…
your never gonna see me…closing in
YEAH…while you’re sleeping!

No need for safe return, is no need for your concern
there is no warning, I’m not ignoring
I follow you across the county lines
And these beads of sweat feel like a flood
You [bad word] …I want your BLOOD!

I got the hands of history’s stranglers, 
and the midnight sky reflects off my skin
I got the flesh of a million strangers…
your never going to see me closing in…
your never going to see me closing in……
while you’re sleeping!

Breaking through your window, stabbing through your ribcage!!