the taste of blood

"For the first the first time the fault's not mine." This picture's not right. It's blurring the lines and shifting blame to you. You. You. You. I'll sit through this last time, through every single one of your swipes at our hearts. Then the knife hits. "Now I've tasted blood" (now I've tasted blood). Then comes the flood (now I taste it). She whisper's so soft (now I've tasted blood). "Now I've tasted blood" (now I taste it). More. Give her, give her more. The blood won't stop. "The pictures, nightmares, and everything that I can't seem to clear from my mind I give to you. To you. I give to you. It's not my fault. I blame you. You. You."