You thought this was easy for me didn't you?
You thought my veins were blue
My eyes roll back to ignore the mess
And now all that can be felt, is left bitter because of you
Under the eyes of the devil you wouldn't confess
That you left the friend bloody and sore
That what you really see
Is just a dirty little whore

Blue moon in the palm of my hands
The cupboards still remain locked
While the bloodless one take his stand
All that can be remained is dripping clocks