Guts

Let's go deep into the cesspool of the wicked thoughts inside your head
Want you to show me everything
Cut deep inside of me
And claim you're a pound of flesh
(Show me what you want)

I know you're scared of me, questioning your sanity
Give me your blood and gore (gore, gore)
But that's not all I need, to feed my fantasy
Yeah, I need something more
Show me what you got

The body? No!
The brains? No!
The pain? No!
That's not what I want
The whips? No!
The chains? No!
That's not what I want
Tell me baby, do you have the guts?

The guts?
(Do you?)
Do you have the guts?
(Yeah)
Give me what I want
(Do you?)
Yeah, I got the guts

(I got the guts)

Yeah, I got the
Yeah, I got the
Yeah, I got the

Yeah, I know you want more
I want it fucking hardcore
Give me something raw
Something surgical (you know I want it)
'Cause now it's all knowing, no inhibitions and I don't stop going
Still this blood dripping down the walls
I don't want your love, but I got your heart bleeding in my hand
Once you're torn apart, that's the price you pay when my love's the cost
Can you prove to me that you got the guts?

The body? No!
The brains? No!
The pain? No!
That's not what I want
The whips? No!
The chains? No!
That's not what I want
Tell me baby, do you have the guts?

The guts?
(Do you?)
Do you have the guts?
(Yeah)
Give me what I want
(Do you?)
Yeah, I got the guts

(The guts)
(Oh, yeah)
(The guts)
(Oh, yeah)
(Yeah, I got the)
(Yeah, I got the)
(The body?)
(The brains?)
The guts
The guts
The guts
The guts
The guts
The guts
The guts