Bloodstains and a Crow Collin Clay Chace (Juha)/Michael Paradis Bloodstains on my bed like I’ve been fucking a virgin or slaughtering a chicken - stealing hearts from graves by night. Bloodstains on my bed like I’ve been fucking a virgin or slaughtering a chicken - eating hearts by candlelight . I swore to my wrists that I would not do this again. I hope that they forgive me now, though twice I failed them. For a moment I looked gorgeous in a way I’d never been. It was the first thing that I did for me instead of me and him. Now the villagers are saying that I sure am dramatic and addicted to the tragic, and I wonder if they’re right; many souls have been abandoned by their darling little boy – but they just reach for another one instead of for a knife. Yeah for a moment in the mirror I was such a gorgeous sight in a way I’d never seen – I was oozing with life. For a moment my heart fluttered, and then I stood in awe at the bright red on the tiles - and a crow by my window called - I think for me. Bloodstains on my bed… I swore to my wrists that I would not do this again. I hope that they forgive me though three times I failed them. It’s just a habit. Impulse. Habit. Impulse. Yeah for a moment my lungs fluttered, and then I stood in awe at the bright, bright red – and a crow by my window called - I think for me. I found it sweet. I said “We’lll see.” I went to sleep. I think he called to me… I just went to sleep. And he’s maybe no longer under my skin.

Bloodstains and a Crow Collin Clay Chace (Juha)/Michael Paradis Bloodstains on my bed like I’ve been fucking a virgin or slaughtering a chicken - stealing hearts from graves by night. Bloodstains on my bed like I’ve been fucking a virgin or slaughtering a chicken - eating hearts by candlelight . I swore to my wrists that I would not do this again. I hope that they forgive me now, though twice I failed them. For a moment I looked gorgeous in a way I’d never been. It was the first thing that I did for me instead of me and him. Now the villagers are saying that I sure am dramatic and addicted to the tragic, and I wonder if they’re right; many souls have been abandoned by their darling little boy – but they just reach for another one instead of for a knife. Yeah for a moment in the mirror I was such a gorgeous sight in a way I’d never seen – I was oozing with life. For a moment my heart fluttered, and then I stood in awe at the bright red on the tiles - and a crow by my window called - I think for me. Bloodstains on my bed… I swore to my wrists that I would not do this again. I hope that they forgive me though three times I failed them. It’s just a habit. Impulse. Habit. Impulse. Yeah for a moment my lungs fluttered, and then I stood in awe at the bright, bright red – and a crow by my window called - I think for me. I found it sweet. I said “We’lll see.” I went to sleep. I think he called to me… I just went to sleep. And he’s maybe no longer under my skin.

Bloodstains and a Crow Collin Clay Chace (Juha)/Michael Paradis Bloodstains on my bed like I’ve been fucking a virgin or slaughtering a chicken - stealing hearts from graves by night. Bloodstains on my bed like I’ve been fucking a virgin or slaughtering a chicken - eating hearts by candlelight . I swore to my wrists that I would not do this again. I hope that they forgive me now, though twice I failed them. For a moment I looked gorgeous in a way I’d never been. It was the first thing that I did for me instead of me and him. Now the villagers are saying that I sure am dramatic and addicted to the tragic, and I wonder if they’re right; many souls have been abandoned by their darling little boy – but they just reach for another one instead of for a knife. Yeah for a moment in the mirror I was such a gorgeous sight in a way I’d never seen – I was oozing with life. For a moment my heart fluttered, and then I stood in awe at the bright red on the tiles - and a crow by my window called - I think for me. Bloodstains on my bed… I swore to my wrists that I would not do this again. I hope that they forgive me though three times I failed them. It’s just a habit. Impulse. Habit. Impulse. Yeah for a moment my lungs fluttered, and then I stood in awe at the bright, bright red – and a crow by my window called - I think for me. I found it sweet. I said “We’lll see.” I went to sleep. I think he called to me… I just went to sleep. And he’s maybe no longer under my skin.

Bloodstains and a Crow Collin Clay Chace (Juha)/Michael Paradis Bloodstains on my bed like I’ve been fucking a virgin or slaughtering a chicken - stealing hearts from graves by night. Bloodstains on my bed like I’ve been fucking a virgin or slaughtering a chicken - eating hearts by candlelight . I swore to my wrists that I would not do this again. I hope that they forgive me now, though twice I failed them. For a moment I looked gorgeous in a way I’d never been. It was the first thing that I did for me instead of me and him. Now the villagers are saying that I sure am dramatic and addicted to the tragic, and I wonder if they’re right; many souls have been abandoned by their darling little boy – but they just reach for another one instead of for a knife. Yeah for a moment in the mirror I was such a gorgeous sight in a way I’d never seen – I was oozing with life. For a moment my heart fluttered, and then I stood in awe at the bright red on the tiles - and a crow by my window called - I think for me. Bloodstains on my bed… I swore to my wrists that I would not do this again. I hope that they forgive me though three times I failed them. It’s just a habit. Impulse. Habit. Impulse. Yeah for a moment my lungs fluttered, and then I stood in awe at the bright, bright red – and a crow by my window called - I think for me. I found it sweet. I said “We’lll see.” I went to sleep. I think he called to me… I just went to sleep. And he’s maybe no longer under my skin.

Bloodstains and a Crow Collin Clay Chace (Juha)/Michael Paradis Bloodstains on my bed like I’ve been fucking a virgin or slaughtering a chicken - stealing hearts from graves by night. Bloodstains on my bed like I’ve been fucking a virgin or slaughtering a chicken - eating hearts by candlelight . I swore to my wrists that I would not do this again. I hope that they forgive me now, though twice I failed them. For a moment I looked gorgeous in a way I’d never been. It was the first thing that I did for me instead of me and him. Now the villagers are saying that I sure am dramatic and addicted to the tragic, and I wonder if they’re right; many souls have been abandoned by their darling little boy – but they just reach for another one instead of for a knife. Yeah for a moment in the mirror I was such a gorgeous sight in a way I’d never seen – I was oozing with life. For a moment my heart fluttered, and then I stood in awe at the bright red on the tiles - and a crow by my window called - I think for me. Bloodstains on my bed… I swore to my wrists that I would not do this again. I hope that they forgive me though three times I failed them. It’s just a habit. Impulse. Habit. Impulse. Yeah for a moment my lungs fluttered, and then I stood in awe at the bright, bright red – and a crow by my window called - I think for me. I found it sweet. I said “We’lll see.” I went to sleep. I think he called to me… I just went to sleep. And he’s maybe no longer under my skin.