Woke up, got himself up

Looked into the foggy mirror

I'm not a part of it, I'm not a part of it

Looked back to the fog, to the time glass

To find nothing at all

A light from a distance shore to the ocean low

I want your blood

I want your eyes, you get me through it all

I want it up, I want your mud and attention

Give me the mud

Not the mud you made me swallow

I want real love, the one that comes in a bottle

It would take some time

Till he found he was in a place he would never belong

Under the wings of what he thought was a heart

I want your blood

I want your eyes, you get me through it all

I want it up, I want your mud and attention

Give me the mud

Not the mud you made me swallow

I want real love, the one that comes in a bottle

I want your blood

I want your eyes, you get me through it all

I want it up, I want your mud and attention

Give me the mud

Not the mud you made me swallow

I want real love, the one that comes in a bottle

Comes in a bottle