| Letra: | The last time that I saw you,
August of '99,
I should have had my hammer and a few rusty
spikes,
To nail you on a wall,
And use bottles to catch your blood,
Display you for the
neighbors,
So they know your time had come,
And I'd drink your blood,
Feel it dripping down
my throat,
And heading for my heart
And as your body sags,
And the stench rises in
vain,
The people on the street are collecting in dismay,
Before their eyes,
Your head lifts
towards the sky,
And that's the last thing I remember of you,
Cuz I drank your blood
Feel
it dripping down my throat,
And heading for my heart
You become a ghost,
You're floating
somewhere in between,
The waking world,
And a landscape of dreams,
Well it is nothing but
dying,
You've got a grenade stuck ni your teeth,
And you're pulling at the pin,
You're an
illusion,
Just a shadow flickering underneath the sun
And I'd drink your blood,
I feel it
dripping down my throat,
And heading for my heart . |
