Fresh blood
New tears
We drink it down
Year after year
In the house of love
Where the faces fade
We rush along
In masquerade
Fresh blood
New tears
We drink it down
Year after year
On holiday
In vacant rooms
We stand in line
To be consumed
And thanks to you
For getting used
In the house of love
Where the faces fade
We march like dolls
In the black parade
Anyone can break your heart
Anyone can be so cruel
Anyone can fall apart
Anyone can play the fool
Living on the edge of town
We're half alive or underground
Fresh blood
New tears
We drink it down
Year after year
We drape the walls
Of shrinking rooms
The price of fame
Is turning blue
Anyone can break your heart
Anyone can be so cruel
Anyone can fall apart
Anyone can play the fool
Living on the edge of town
We're half alive or underground
Fresh blood
New tears
We drink it down
Year after year
Like Sunday's clone
We can't be saved
We'll march alone
In the black parade
Anyone can break your heart
Anyone can be so cruel
Anyone can fall apart
Anyone can play the fool
Living on the edge of town
We're half alive or underground
Each night, I wait for a knock at my door
But dawn comes instead of dreams
Asking for more
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Fresh blood
New tears
We drink it down
Year after year
In the house of love
Where the faces fade
We rush along
In masquerade
Fresh blood
New tears
We drink it down
Year after year
On holiday
In vacant rooms
We stand in line
To be consumed
And thanks to you
For getting used
In the house of love
Where the faces fade
We march like dolls
In the black parade
Anyone can break your heart
Anyone can be so cruel
Anyone can fall apart
Anyone can play the fool
Living on the edge of town
We're half alive or underground
Fresh blood
New tears
We drink it down
Year after year
We drape the walls
Of shrinking rooms
The price of fame
Is turning blue
Anyone can break your heart
Anyone can be so cruel
Anyone can fall apart
Anyone can play the fool
Living on the edge of town
We're half alive or underground
Fresh blood
New tears
We drink it down
Year after year
Like Sunday's clone
We can't be saved
We'll march alone
In the black parade
Anyone can break your heart
Anyone can be so cruel
Anyone can fall apart
Anyone can play the fool
Living on the edge of town
We're half alive or underground
Each night, I wait for a knock at my door
But dawn comes instead of dreams
Asking for more
New tears
We drink it down
Year after year
In the house of love
Where the faces fade
We rush along
In masquerade
Fresh blood
New tears
We drink it down
Year after year
On holiday
In vacant rooms
We stand in line
To be consumed
And thanks to you
For getting used
In the house of love
Where the faces fade
We march like dolls
In the black parade
Anyone can break your heart
Anyone can be so cruel
Anyone can fall apart
Anyone can play the fool
Living on the edge of town
We're half alive or underground
Fresh blood
New tears
We drink it down
Year after year
We drape the walls
Of shrinking rooms
The price of fame
Is turning blue
Anyone can break your heart
Anyone can be so cruel
Anyone can fall apart
Anyone can play the fool
Living on the edge of town
We're half alive or underground
Fresh blood
New tears
We drink it down
Year after year
Like Sunday's clone
We can't be saved
We'll march alone
In the black parade
Anyone can break your heart
Anyone can be so cruel
Anyone can fall apart
Anyone can play the fool
Living on the edge of town
We're half alive or underground
Each night, I wait for a knock at my door
But dawn comes instead of dreams
Asking for more
Writer: John David Padgett
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.