Sheath your swords and uses your words, let truth be told. Sex death and emptiness are freely bought and sold. If mother's milks like shrapnel silk, where can you go? Like dogs with cats, aristocrats trade in souls, and it will cut you up.
Blood in, blood out, get in, get out.
Blood in, blood out, get in, sell out.
It will cut you up.
Ugliness is emptiness until it pays. Ugliness is happiness with designer names. Some call it wishful thinking, some call it good will, but here lies a soul with a hole that can't be filled. It will cut you up.
Blood in, blood out, get in, get out.
Blood in, blood out, get in, sell out.
It will cut you up.
Blood In/ Blood Out Video (MV)
Performed By: Aztec Milk Temple
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Ronald Braxton Fugate, Matthew A. Miller, Vincent Joseph Martin, Scott Tucker
Aztec Milk Temple - Blood In/ Blood Out Lyrics
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Sheath your swords and uses your words, let truth be told. Sex death and emptiness are freely bought and sold. If mother's milks like shrapnel silk, where can you go? Like dogs with cats, aristocrats trade in souls, and it will cut you up.
Blood in, blood out, get in, get out.
Blood in, blood out, get in, sell out.
It will cut you up.
Ugliness is emptiness until it pays. Ugliness is happiness with designer names. Some call it wishful thinking, some call it good will, but here lies a soul with a hole that can't be filled. It will cut you up.
Blood in, blood out, get in, get out.
Blood in, blood out, get in, sell out.
It will cut you up.
Blood in, blood out, get in, get out.
Blood in, blood out, get in, sell out.
It will cut you up.
Ugliness is emptiness until it pays. Ugliness is happiness with designer names. Some call it wishful thinking, some call it good will, but here lies a soul with a hole that can't be filled. It will cut you up.
Blood in, blood out, get in, get out.
Blood in, blood out, get in, sell out.
It will cut you up.
Writer: Ronald Braxton Fugate, Matthew A. Miller, Vincent Joseph Martin, Scott Tucker
Copyright: Lyrics © IDOL PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © IDOL PUBLISHING