Conceived in the darkness of the deep

(Of the deep, of the deep)

Turns out the life doesn't need the rays of the sun

Born without eyes, no need to see

(Need to see, need to see)

Born with a taste for conditional love

Conditional love

Conditional love

No Hell below, no Heaven above

Worth conditional love

Blood, I wanna spill some blood

For conditional love

I touch base with the morning star (Morning star)

I'm not the type to sit around counting scars (Counting scars)

With Roxanne in his car

And sundown in his heart, conditional love

Conditional love

Conditional love

No Hell below, no Heaven above

Worth conditional love

Blood, I wanna spill some blood

For conditional love

Blood, I wanna spill some blood

For conditional love

Cosmically linked with a war of attrition

I've got a love but it comes with addition

Blood, I wanna spill some blood

For conditional love

Blood, I wanna spill some blood

For conditional love