Blood کے بول

We were hanging on, on by a little thread Should have placed that arrow right in my head Never looked so good and you didn't break a sweat With a cruel ambition that caught me dead All the blood that I bled The mal and hand down to the leg and side When you cut me open I could not hide I won't leave until I can leave with a little pride Don't cut me loose when I'm tied up tight All the blood that I bled All the nights that we cried All the demons we fed Should have kept the same side All the blood that I bled All the nights that we cried All the demons we fed Should have kept the same side