Lletres: 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
Motherfuckera?¦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 strangersa?¦
your never gonna see mea?¦closing in
YEAHa?¦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 motherfuckera?¦a?¦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 strangersa?¦
your never going to see me closing ina?¦
your never going to see me closing ina?¦a?¦
while you're sleeping!

Breaking through your window, stabbing through your ribcage!!