I am leaving while you turn away

There is blood in all the things I say, Will you hate me if I stay this way? From the bedroom, where we're running from There's a sequel to the things I've done

There is blood on all the shoes you've worn, From the people you've been stepping on. There is blood in all the things you say, I won't hate you if you go away.

There is blood on our hands again. From the bedroom is where we will Bring it back to the start again, Bring it back to the love we had