He's only wanting love with bloodnScratches them slightly, but they scream too muchnStill craving inky fingersnHis words are milk and stonenHe'll turn a minute into yearsnnCaress my bones and leave my flesh alonenThere are much warmer things to take homenStill craving inky fingersnHis words are mild and stonenHe'll turn a minute into yearsnnYou're not alone…n