The Source

Burn the bed
And find another place to lay
Turn your head
Don't hesitate to walk away
I don't want your love or confirmation
Send it to another destination: Hell

Moving on
To better nights and better days
Far too long
I've let the moment slip away
And I don't want to live on your conditions
I find I carry on my own traditions well

I'd look real good in your blood
In your blood
In your blood