nothing but honey, the blood’s running
my knife, all is well
the blade feels warm, back to fuzzy
the taste is bitter – sweet
the scene, you on your knees
i watch you plead – please, please, please
you speak, you scream
i see you
eyes roll back, i go black
in and out of rage, you scream my name
welcome to the game
you’re on your knees in such pain
you beg, you say anything
but i sit back, bask in the glory of reign
it’s pouring rain, but the rain’s blood
your veins open for me
won’t see you for another hundred
you’ll remember my name, but the game
it’s not over
i’ll pick a clover, wish upon another
i’ll swoon, pull the knife and you won’t think twice
i’ll be you, you’ll be me and this time
under the night sky, i’ll call you honey and look at the moon
i’ll look down, the blood will be running and one day
they’ll call it the honey moon