Deep from under my skin
something comes alive
a perverse affection with the jugular vein
fresh blood i must find
I love the site of lacerated flesh
the hunt the thrill the smell
no need to pray motherfucka
'cause we're both going straight to hell
I grab my knife, slice deep into his neck, severing the trackia
Crimson trails run down his back collecting in a pool of blood
Homicidal, It's All worth while
For The Scent Of Fresh Blood
It's smells so sweet
New Found Glory

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