Fete Affair Video (MV)

There is blood on the floor
There's blood on the dance floor
No need to pretend because I've seen your game
Yeah, you've done this before
Of course you've done this before
But still whoever you hunt
It seems you still want more
And in all of the games that you play
Have you let anyone get away
Or does everyone end up as prey
Is it a crime? Why so suspicious
For some to live--some have to die
Is that a crime? That's just fictitious
You bloody hand--my inner thigh
I wanna die
Now they're all hypnotized
You've got your eyes on the prize
But you're only alive
When you get compromised
You've got your target surprised
As far as I have surmised
The game gives out the best highs as life is leaving their eyes
You want to be the Albert Fish of death
You want to be the Kanye West of sex
You're too randy
It comes in handy
Am I afraid? Well, yes I am
And in all of the games that you play
Have you let anyone get away
Or does everyone end up as prey
Is it a crime? Why so suspicious
For some to live, some have to die
Is that a crime? That's just fictitious
A bloody hand-an inner thigh
Yeah I been thinkin' that it's time to talk
'Cause you're a demon on the floor but I just want to talk
And if you test my patience I've been known to walk
No, I'm not the normal client that you tend to stalk
Is it a crime? Why so suspicious
For some to live, some have to die
Is that a crime? That's just fictitious
But baby please-I don't wanna die
Carve me into pieces-why me worry
Fade to black in a burning fury
Blood on the dance floor, vision: blurry
Last words I'll ever hear are "Baby, I'm so sorry"
Yes it's a crime
Not so fictitious
I want to live
God, I wanna live
With any other guy, it's the same old story
Mount me on a hook and scream, "I'm so sorry"