Blood fuss

I am all slaughterous I never love you with an empty hand We can make a blood fuss For celebrating our selfish ways Never thought I'd scourge you I was a loser when the time was right Now I invent the life-book I keep your name for I need a steward F*ck you all This is the last time I will lose mind signaling the out-see The great giant of the Latium Is centered at the Coliseum, learning ways for reaching in I carry knife, I carry brief seek I won't betray the nicest woman Ever ensanguined satin We are coming in We are burdened with You are comprised of light, Sun, and did Climb up the hill just to see the fiend I claim I am alright when in fact I am dick You cry and die I am all slaughterous I never love you with an empty hand We can make a blood fuss For celebrating our selfish ways Never thought I'd scourge you I was a loser when the time was right Now I invent the life-book I keep your name for I need a steward