Drip
Drip
The Blood runs down,
So drink it up
Before you drown.
It won't come cheap,
So thick, so sweet.
The Blood drips down,
The Blood drips down.
Children, raising blades up high
Blood so pure
But they won't cry.
Father looking on, so proud
Mother, Bled out on the ground.
Children smile,
Blood runs down.
Drink it!
Drink it!
Or you'll drown.