Woke up, got himself up
Looked into the foggy mirror
I'm not a part of it, I'm not a part of it
Looked back to the fog, to the time glass
To find nothing at all
A light from a distance shore to the ocean low

I want your blood
I want your eyes, you get me through it all
I want it up, I want your mud and attention
Give me the mud
Not the mud you made me swallow
I want real love, the one that comes in a bottle

It would take some time
Till he found he was in a place he would never belong
Under the wings of what he thought was a heart

I want your blood
I want your eyes, you get me through it all
I want it up, I want your mud and attention
Give me the mud
Not the mud you made me swallow
I want real love, the one that comes in a bottle

I want your blood
I want your eyes, you get me through it all
I want it up, I want your mud and attention
Give me the mud
Not the mud you made me swallow
I want real love, the one that comes in a bottle
Comes in a bottle