Lletres: Bronx (The). The Bronx. History's Stranglers.

Alright!!!!!

I left with shaking hands, looking for danger
Details of modern love, in bed with strangers
And there is no warning, I?m not ignoring

I cut glass on my callused feet,
cause I walk through miles of make shift mud
Motherfucker?I want your BLOOD!

I got the hands of history?s stranglers,
and the midnight sky reflects off my skin
I got the flesh of a million strangers?
your never gonna see me?closing in
YEAH?while you?re sleeping!

No need for safe return, is no need for your concern
there is no warning, I?m not ignoring
I follow you across the county lines
And these beads of sweat feel like a flood
You motherfucker??I want your BLOOD!

I got the hands of history?s stranglers,
and the midnight sky reflects off my skin
I got the flesh of a million strangers?
your never going to see me closing in?
your never going to see me closing in??
while you?re sleeping!

Breaking through your window, stabbing through your ribcage!!