Blood, pouring on me.
Simply by your preconception and taunting.
But, one thing you don't know,
and you never know,
is,
I LOVE BLOOD
I look at the mirror, then
I ask myself,
" What's wrong with me?"
"but"
" There are nothing wrong with me."
I heard,
I saw,
and I can even smell you, bad breathe.
Let's keep pouring blood on me,
I don't and I won't be nasty,
Cause,
It's good to be nasty!