When you have given the Devil as much blood as I have He acquires a taste Like a drunkard seeking one last drink, He shalt bleed me dry When the skin won't hold, let loose the fade Rivers to please Rofocale Each breath ends in a sigh Fascinated by my own reflection in the liquid of my glass I will know the answer to each question asked Satan asks for one last sip And I cannot refuse To see an old friend smile Myself I will abuse