Where The Blood Goes

I don't know just where the blood goes
I know how to feel
I know how to steal
I know how to kill

And the more you wait for heaven
The more you will learn of hell
And the more that I hate you
The more that I hate myself

I'm alone on this broken path
Wearing gloves and a mask
I find myself on lovers lane
Doing the Devil's task

And the more you wait for heaven
The more you will learn of hell
And the more that I kill you
The more that I kill myself