Blood Isn't Enough

Too much thinking can ruin you. That’s the style. Chaos is in.
Imagining your death is almost a sentimental feeling.
Giving a massage with a knife blade.
Writing a love song with a loaded gun.
Breaking concrete with your face…
Breaking concrete with your face is what dreaming disaster is like.
That’s… The… Style… (x2)
That’s the style. Chaos is in. (x2)
(1, 2, 3, die!)
This is what dreaming disaster is like. (x4)
I will watch the sky until your ghost flies high, and crashes into a shooting
star.
We’ll watch the sky, until your ghost flies high…
I will watch the sky until your ghost flies high, and crashes into a shooting
star.
We’ll watch the sky, we’ll watch the sky…
I will watch the sky until your ghost flies high,
(what dreaming disaster is like)
and crashes into a shooting star.
(what dreaming disaster is like)
We’ll watch the sky, we’ll watch the sky
(what dreaming disaster is like)
Wanting vengeance for the hurts you inflicted feels so necessary,
feels so necessary (x2)
Blood is not enough for you to redeem yourself.
Blood is not enough…
I will watch the sky until your ghost flies high,
and crashes into the sky, and crashes into a shooting star…