I have questions for you I have questions for you (I have questions) Do you care, do you care? Why don't you care? I gave you all of me My blood, my sweat, my heart, and my tears Why don't you care, why don't you care? I was there, I was there, when no

I've seen you disappear Don't scare me off now, I'm your only friend Let the river in If blood is thicker than water Then let the river in You, beneath the bed, I know all your tricks I've seen you watching I've seen you drifting away Seen you falling

What is in your nature, looms inside your blood Hold me in harms wake baby, all is now harmed As a child he was not there, Not scared of the flood of the creek And the thud inside your chest Clearly calm and keeping terrorized Here in light I thought I

How could you I will not run You are the river Pour out of this life You are the morning bird Who sang me into life every day You are the blood of me The harvest of my dreams

Take me to your river I wanna know Oh, I wanna come near and give ya Every part of me But there's blood on my hands And my lips aren’t clean Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go Wanna know, wanna know, wanna know

Tonight's the night I'm dressing up for you. Pick a part, you dream it up. Oh boy, tell me your fantasy, Tonight I'm gonna come alive, Make you forget about your 9 to 5, Are you ready for your blood to rise? Saucer of milk, table for 2 You wanna pet my

To spill your blood to become our wine Children Of Bodom, angry are rising Running amok slaying with a sense of desire From the twilight of the past, (among) the victims who died Something wild has survived In the silence of darkness, among the shadows

Die, die, dynamite Sanctified with dynamite We are damned in the night And at midnight we come for your blood We are cursed and denied Holy lord of dynamite And at midnight forever we are

No lines, no lines, the river is a river, not a line Meet me in the evening, where the river is low Meet me on the waters of the Ohio My blood is the water and it’s darker and deeper than time If the hounds are howling, then you cannot hide My friend, I

Go down you Blood Red Roses Go down you pinks and posies Sailing out of Boston one hundred days at sea On the good ship Bonadventure, a'whaling men are we We set sail for the Cape Horn, where the seas are cold as ice The wind will bite right through you