Baby. Come on let it rain, shower me with blood, blood from your parade. You know, that I will never fall. I can see the truth. I'm not seared. Just like a child, when you make me feel. Lost of innocence, all between the sheets. And now you cry, that's why I don't. I'll provide the blood. Blood for your parade. Ma**ive temptation. Calling. Waiting. Power. Beholder. Shifting. Blood.