Deep from under my skin  Something comes alive  A perverse affection with the jugular vein  Fresh blood i must find  I love the site of lacerated flesh  The hunt the thrill the smell  No need to pray motherfucka  'cause we're both going straight to hell  I grab my knife, slice deep into his neck, severing the trackia  Crimson trails run down his back collecting in a pool of blood  Homicidal, It's All worth while  For The Scent Of Fresh Blood  It's smells so sweet  New Found Glory  Bitter Defeat  I cover their mouths with my blood stained hands  To stifle a morbid groan  Applying pressure to the sides of the neck  Clears a passage for the blood to flow  Crazed as my eyes roll back into my head, now slipping into dementia  A hunger runs right through my veins and it craves for more fresh blood  Homicidal, It's All worth while  For The Scent Of Fresh Blood  It's smells so sweet  New Found Glory  Bitter Defeat  Dying to bleed, so violently  Visions of my knife, as it pierced your throat  Dying to bleed, so violently  Visions of my knife, as it pierced your throat  Mutilate, Annihilate, My evil deeds are spawned from hate  Lacerate, obliterate, My sick obsession is your fate  The Scent Of Fresh Blood