Blood is an acquired taste
Hunger and thirst both have their place
So why don't you sit down and stay
You'll just be late
You say it’s not the time or place
But if it's illusion, there's no stakes
I deal the cards and look your way
The queen of spades
Fold your hand, we'll turn the page
Write the first line, this ink won't fade
This story always starts this way
The first note plays
Now blood is splattered on the stage
Every act must end this way
The final scene, the howl of pain
Night follows day
And now you know you like the game
Blade in your hand, a bird of prey
Memory is the price you'll pay
Echo's refrain
An acquired taste