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