Buckets of Blood Songtext
von Twiztid

Bloody, funny, laughing like an old man
Only lovely amongst the ruins and wastelands
Vision of hell
Skitzo, splatter-rampage with a staff like wizard of old days
Blood and thorns, pray for a quick death
The sick world reborn and left in front of your doorstep
Kill the killa, retribution
Climb abord see what faiths hand has in store for your brutal massacre
Bitch, I sign your death note
As the wicked man fear make a bargain for your soul
In a portrait of a serial killa living or dead
Try to muffle many screams of anguish within his head


In the blood inside (I′m bleeding through every cut)
How many buckets of blood, how many buckets of blood?
In the blood inside (I'm bleeding through every cut)
How many buckets of blood, how many buckets of blood?
(More) blood, (more) death, (less) peace in the streets
(What they scream) as they hover over me in my dreams
(More) blood, (more) death, (less) peace in the streets
(What they scream) as they hover over me in my dreams

Now I′m a psycho killa with no mask on
Personality change, disorder your whole faction
Fractions of the pieces I let 'em find
And captions written in blood, described behind
Refrigerators in the new temple
Describe the climb and a video of me doing it to fuck up your mind
Better retreat why you can or render in my axe come with open hands in
Unspeakable man and now I own your evil growing
Your DNA has been stolen cloaned and frozen and placed inside of the chosen
Your guns are nothing better run from something
That can summon you to your knees and end all of your suffering

In the blood inside (I'm bleeding through every cut)
How many buckets of blood, how many buckets of blood?
In the blood inside (I′m bleeding through every cut)
How many buckets of blood, how many buckets of blood?
(More) blood, (more) death, (less) peace in the streets
(What they scream) as they hover over me in my dreams
(More) blood, (more) death, (less) peace in the streets
(What they scream) as they hover over me in my dreams


Sick to death, capture what′s left of a killer on a rampage
Leaving a bloody mess
None can stop this evil that transense in my brain and ends and blood stains of your family and your friends
Ain't no hostages
You can die the same way all your partners did
Let the sun break
Shed skin like a snake, how they picture me
Visions of my enemies beheading me
Fantasy say I′m living in the clouds, talk a lotta shit
Make sure every bit of it's out
Evil′s coming in the form of the twins bringing hell to devour all your horrible sins
Cause the judgemental devil wanna make you bite your tongue and push you to the point where you truely dont give a fuck

In the blood inside (I'm bleeding through every cut)
How many buckets of blood, how many buckets of blood?
In the blood inside (I′m bleeding through every cut)
How many buckets of blood, how many buckets of blood?
(More) blood, (more) death, (less) peace in the streets
(What they scream) as they hover over me in my dreams
(More) blood, (more) death, (less) peace in the streets
(What they scream) as they hover over me in my dreams