Blood b*tch lyrics

Blood woman
Blood b*tch
There's a corona
A corona swelling

Pressing hands
Against the scar
There's no warmth
There's no warmth to be felt

Sometimes it’s dry water
Sometimes it’s cold flame
Neither one or the other
Has much form or shape

Cold burns powerful
Has powerful needs
Holds back
Whispered words of fire

I’ll paint the blood b*tch
The blood b*tch black
Lift up your heels
You’ll see burnt soles