Bathe In Blood - Puppy

Strains of your anxiety

Touch the force that makes you see

And you bathe in blood eternally

With no stretch you run could ever come in

Never question who it’s for

You wait until the time made for

And you bathe in blood forever more

Broken inside

As they watch you die

Bleed your carcass dry

There’s more than take

To make together in the crimson rain

Strains of your anxiety

Touch the force that makes you see

And you bathe in blood eternally

With no stretch you run could ever come in