You looked at me
My blood went cold
You [bad word] on
Who cares be bold
We'll leave before our blood will hit the floor

You looked at me
My lips went dry
You [bad word] on
Who cares we'll die
We'll leave before our blood will hit the floor

You looked at me
My blood turned red
You [bad word] on
Who cares you'll be dead
We'll leave before our blood will hit the floor
 [bad word] on in you're looking rough
You're telling me you've had it tough
So take your hands
So take your hands off my chest

Sit back
Loosen your ties
Loosen your knots
Sit back
Loosen your neck
And fill your lungs

Sit back
Loosen your tongue
And loosen your lips
Sit back
Loosen your tongue
And loosen those lips

Your silence is bearable
But only in short bursts
And then it [bad word] [bad word] 
You looked at me
My blood went cold
You [bad word] on
Who cares be bold
We'll leave before our blood will hit the floor

And we'll teach you to die