Maddox Chain - Bruised Lips & Blue Steel

Bruised lips, blue steel, you'll never be the same.
Sweat dripping down your back, nails clawing at my chest,
I own every broken bone crawling from your lips.
Choking on my name while the devil sings along,
This bed's a battlefield and you're singing my song.
Feel that cold steel pressed against your thigh,