Lonely rooms with too much time to waste
The midnight roads have laid my secrets bare
I close my eyes and hold my breath
I rip you right out of my chest

No, there won’t be prisoners
Oh, it all ends in flames and cinders

Love
Love is bloodsport
Twisting the dagger
The bleeding is slow (The bleeding, the bleeding)

Love
Love is bloodsport
Twisting the dagger
The bleeding is slow (The bleeding is slow)

There’s violence in the way we love
But there’s beauty in a bleeding heart
These scars have made us who we are
In the end all war is art

No, there won’t be prisoners
Oh, it all ends in flames and cinders

Love (Love)
Love is bloodsport
Twisting the dagger (Bloodsport)
The bleeding is slow (The bleeding, the bleeding)

Love (Love)
Love is bloodsport
Twisting the dagger
The bleeding is slow (The bleeding is slow)