Bombs for Blood (feat. Twin Pumpkin)

Line to my heart
Blood to my head
Rip it apart 'cause I'm better off dead
Call it a win
Devil within
Keeping me breathing and dreaming of
Anything everything nothing to you
But I've got momentum and nothing to lose
Trash with a dream and a pulse
And nothing holding me back

Make love to a chainsaw
I'll make it painful
I'm not the one
Chasing a gun
Rip out your heart and I'll blow up the Sun
Make love to a chainsaw
I'll make it painful
I'm not the one
Chasing a gun
Rip out your heart and I'll blow up the Sun

I've lost the meaning, the thought
The feeling, the blood, the will, the call
A ball of stress, a mindless mess
Of cords and gears and violent
Energy pulling me
Onward and endlessly
Cut through the enemies
Giving me nothing so
Fuck it, let's kill
No ones at the wheel
Let's saddle the atom bomb!

Make love to a chainsaw
I'll make it painful
I'm not the one
Chasing a gun
Rip out your heart and I'll blow up the Sun
Make love to a chainsaw
I'll make it painful
I'm not the one
Chasing a gun
Rip out your heart and I'll blow up the Sun

The feeling in the silence of chrome and flesh
I fall for you–just a deadly death wish
The cinnamon she whispered into my breath
She smiled like a God, and carved in regret
(La, la, la, la, la)
Want a face like mine?
Your thoughts are now serviced through hell!
Glitch inside my circuits while the city is burning
A kiss from a devil mistaken for love
Lost in the night, seconds alone ready to kill

Make love to a chainsaw
I'll make it painful
I'm not the one
Chasing a gun
Rip out your heart and I'll blow up the Sun
Make love to a chainsaw
I'll make it painful
I'm not the one
Chasing a gun
Rip out your heart and I'll blow up the Sun