Bucket of Blood

I came to you with folded hands
 Tentative, soft spoken
 But all I got were more demands
 My back bent, almost broken
 So here I come all caked in mud
 But no more bowing and scraping
 I come to you with a bucket of blood
 A bucket of blood, my friend
 I came to you with arms outstretched
 With daylit good intentions
 Your answer was a Judas kiss
 And two more dead conventions
 But the seed you sowed is now in bud
 And this is just the beginning
 I come to you with a bucket of blood
 A bucket of blood, my friend
 The clock has ticked, the year has passed
 The air is thick with baking
 Sit back and just enjoy the show
 This storm of your own making
 Now say hello to a crimson flood
 I have no more cheeks for turning
 I come to you with a bucket of blood
 A bucket of blood, my friend
 I come to you with a bucket of blood
 A bucket of blood, my friend
 A bucket of blood, my friend
 A bucket of blood, my friend
 A bucket of blood, my friend