A CuP Of BlOoD AnD A ThIrStY ThRoAt,
ThE ScArS, ThE BrUiSe AnD ThE UtMoSt CuTs, MaKiNg ThE HeArT RuNs OuT Of ThOuGhTs.
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ThE FrEsH NeCk AnD ThE GrOtEsQuE TeEtHs, ThE MoNsTeR AnD ThE LiTtLe InNoCeNt KiDs, ThE PeCuLiAr RoAd AnD ThE WaY It LeAdS.
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FoR ThE YeArS To CoMe, ThE ThRoAt WiLl AlWaYs NeEd A CuP Of BlOoD To SiP, FoR ThE YeArS To CoMe, It WiLl Be A LiP FoR A LiP.
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NoThInG TaStE GoOd As BlOoD, TrY It OnCe AnD YoU'lL Be CrAzY At AnY SiGhT Of A SiNgLe DrOp, YoU'lL Be WoRsHiPpInG It ThOuGh As GoD, He WhO GiVeS YoU WiLl Be YoUr LoRd.
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BlOoD I, BlOoD Me AnD BlOoD MySeLf, BlOoD Is FoOd, BlOoD Is PoWeR AnD BlOoD Is LiFe. BlOoD I, BlOoD Me AnD BlOoD Myself.
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A CuP Of BlOoD AnD A ThIrStY ThRoAt, ThE ScArS, ThE BrUiSe, AnD ThE UtMoSt CuT, MaKiNg ThE HeArT RuNs OuT Of ThOuGhTs.