• 标题:Mother Murder
  • 歌手:Hollywood Undead
  • 专辑:American Tragedy
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    Hollywood Undead - Mother Murder

    There's blood on my hands! (Hands)
    There's blood on my hands!
    On my hands, on my hands!
    Wake up in the middle of insanity the other night
    With some tears on my pillow
    And there's blood on my knife
    And my solo stained the sheets
    But they're pulled off to the side
    Who's blood could this be?
    Is it your's or is it mine?
    Take the knife and twist it
    Where's my heart? You missed it
    And you know I don't wanna die
    But, baby, you insist it
    Breathing is a luxury that I just shouldn't have
    My heart just keeps on beating
    And it's more than you can stand
    Baby, please just tell me how we ever went so wrong
    We used to sing together when we used to sing this song
    We could never sing forever
    'Cause now my voice is gone
    Guess I'm gone forever and you knew it all along
    I can see blood
    All over my hands
    The longer you lay next to me
    The further I ran
    What's it all worth?
    How much can you stand?
    The longer you stay close to me
    I'm only evil when I need to be
    But you did this so easily
    I tried to treat you equally
    And listen to your reasoning
    But you waited so eagerly
    While plotting and deceiving me
    You came behind me secretly
    And shattered every piece of me
    I have nothing to give, so
    I give you my life
    Didn't want to see me live, so
    You give me your knife
    Did he hear you as you tiptoed
    Coming from behind?
    You took away my kid
    So I guess you killed me twice
    Led me into the night
    'Cause it's the one thing you keep
    You knew that I had to die
    So you could finally sleep
    This blood all over your knife
    You know, you've earned yourself
    And it's a matter of time
    Before you burn in hell
    (No remorse
    Holds no recourse
    You're bleeding slowly
    Oh, won't you hold me?
    No remorse
    Oh, won't you hold me?)
    I can see blood (No remorse)
    All over my hands (Holds no recourse)
    The longer you lay next to me (You're bleeding slowly)
    What's it all worth? (No remorse)
    How much can you stand? (Holds no recourse)
    The longer you stay close to me (You're bleeding slowly)
    There's blood on my hands!