Lyrics clipping. – Intro (There Existed An Addiction To Blood)

Don’t act like you don’t remember the cash and the money
The mad dash after the ball that dropped
Dolphin turn tail on you right then, and the water was hot
Boiling oil separating all the good stuff to the top

But they know, say no more
But ghostin’ bitches and chickens come home to roost
And every stitch that we put in this hitch
Got thread that’s connected to the truth
And demons seekin’ freedom out here, weavin’ the quilt
And there may even be some meaning
Cleaning in the streets that they built
On top of dead bodies in the olden days when the pen was a quill
And blood was the ink of palm which all them scary stories are built
«How you likin’ lovin'», John told me, «and think that they would be the end of the deal?»
Fucker, the real skin walker don’t give a fuck how you feel
They eat pieces of meat like you for breakfast, gettin’ some deal

Wavin’ that steel ain’t shit, moon is full, your silver chain is beautiful
And you the fool who’d never seen the light of day anyway
Any day, anybody could pass
Monsters out, interest is passion, it is meant off the cash
Bloodsucking, ain’t never been a big enough figure
To give a fuck, the trigger’s up
Cross your heart, give it up