An Acquired Taste

Blood is an acquired taste Hunger and thirst both have their plate So why don't you sit down and stay? You'll just be late You will say it's, not the time or place But if it's our version, there's no stakes I deal the cards and look your way The Queen of Spades Fold your hand We'll turn the page Write the first line, this ink won't fade The story always starts this way The first note plays Now blood is splattered on the stage Every act must end this way The final scene, the howl of pain Night follows day And now you, know you like the game Played in your hand, a bird of prey Then worry is the price you'll pay Echoes refrain (echoes refrain) An acquired taste