Flesh and Blood

Flesh and blood
Flesh and blood
Flesh and blood
You take the flesh when its ripe
But when it bleeds you throw it back in her face
She’s a fool — but there’s nothing she can do Because she loves you when she can, when she’s clean
She’s a woman and a witch — so you sterilize the pitch
Now she’s slithering in a sea of Flesh and blood
Flesh and blood
So this is your religion
And this is your creed
The force of light doesn’t interest you
Only the way she bleeds
And she bleeds
Flesh and blood
Flesh and blood
Flesh and blood
Flesh and blood