I want to bath in blood
Wash off all the drying mud
Start a fist fight with the moon
Not a war, a domestic dispute
I would leave her seeing stars
For being the one to get to my heart

I want to skin Apollo
Make it dark so I am hidden
Pull Zeus down
And leave him beaten

I've made an enemy
In red and blue
In the thorns and snakes
That follow you

I've seen the knife
Shine in the light
I'm scared to hold it
It might feel right