Troubled blood, just add vice stand your ground and keep in check sharpened words your wield like knives with a target on my back I'll take it I wear the bumps,...

I watch this angel fall slowly From grace into my arms Heavenly wings black and torn So cold and barely breathing From my fingers to the grave, a long nite wait...

You're invited to a black heart affair, knives in the back they're optional It used to be time spent planning dreams, now it's time spent polishing tarnished me...