Club Of The Sons

You came to me while I was on earth, looking for someone
And I was in all of your free time
I'm left with all the broken arms
While lining your soul
I trusted in your solid air
And stories of real living

A taste for blood, you've got a taste for blood
You sold my love for a taste of blood
A taste for blood, you've got a taste for blood
You sold my love for a taste of blood
A taste for blood, you've got a taste for blood
You sold my love for a taste of blood
A taste for blood, you've got a taste for blood

Who can deny, when willing to try and find someone to make them
But I can't survive without your mind
I'm messed up on your subtleties
They got me all wrong, all wrong
An image from convenient eyes
And nothing more to know

A taste for blood, you've got a taste for blood
You sold my love for a taste of blood
A taste for blood, you've got a taste for blood
You sold my love for a taste of blood
A taste for blood, you've got a taste for blood
You sold my love for a taste of blood
A taste for blood, you've got a taste for blood
You sold my love, for a taste

A taste for blood, you've got a taste for blood
You sold my love for a taste of blood
A taste for blood, you've got a taste for blood
You sold my love for a taste of blood
A taste for blood, you've got a taste for blood
You sold my love for a taste of blood
A taste for blood, you've got a taste for blood