Bleed Me

The moon is dead, and it's harmful inside Your heart and I would like to taste your red wine Betray my intentions and have some more pie Until your belly's full and you start to cry You bleed your friends Because you're just a leech You keep on whining that your life is a bitch You'd better live or your life's just a trip Your hands are full And you can't get a grip! Aaaa I feel so anxious not to spend some more time Your empty pockets got to cry for a dime The streets are shallow, I feel better inside Because it's safer not to care if you die You bleed your friends Because you're just a leech You keep on whining that your life is a bitch You'd better live or your life's just a trip Your hands are full And you can't get a grip! Aaaa