Blood work of love When I, see the stars I can’t think, this is for me Your kisses, are so sweet Holding me down, as I drown in your eyes, so deep But my eyes, are not so pure Blue turns mad, and red is mad Passions in flames, to burn your heart Blood work, this is what I dreamed Blood work, this is so sweet Passionate, love can be so pure To wipe out, everything of me Concrete lies, to tell the truth What words can’t say And thoughts just display To trick your love No pictures left Just rumours heard by everyone To keep you dead To show that I’m invincible Every time, I feel I´m displayed then I`m hitting back Every time, I feel I am displayed, I hit back Trust, in no love, cause this means Passionate, love can be so pure To wipe out, everything of me