Wednesday (DEMO) – Bane’s WorldBy The taste of love is in your mouthOr might that be the taste of blood?Lay her down, in the arms that beg for herLay her down over my heartValentine, you curse me every yearA breath away from your heartYou’d like to think you’ll be loved one dayLay her down, in the arms that beg for herLay her down over my heartValentine, you curse me every year www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20