Where The Blood Goes

I dont know just where the blood goes

I know how to feel

I know how to steal

I know how to kill

and the more you wait for heaven

the more you will learn of hell

and the more that I hate you

the more that I hate myself

Im alone on this broken path

wearing gloves and a mask

I find myself on lovers lane

doing the devils task

and the more you wait for heaven

the more you will learn of hell

and the more that I kill you

the more that I kill myself