Blood sweat and tears homie I'm made of it

I'm the bloodstain
On your shirt sleeve
Coming down and more are coming to believe
Now we know it all for sure.

No doubt, there was peace after all this, but it was a peace stained with blood.

If I took this shirt off, you would see a beautiful beautiful person. But you would see wounds all over. I’ve taken a lot of wounds I can tell you. More than I suspect any president ever.

There's a lot of blood, sweat and guts between dreams and success.

By way of conclusion: facility is not enough. Blood and sweat—yes, and tears as well—are the secret of the thing.

Blood. I mean, I wish it did. I just thought that was a moment, a way for me to express myself. The parquet, that's where the blood, sweat and tears of the greats (have been). So I don't get to go out there and dive on the floor for loose balls or like I'd love to or do any of that.

The captain swore polyglot -very polyglot- polyglot with bloom and blood.

History is a bath of blood.

Now they show you how detergents take out bloodstains, a pretty violent image there. I think if you've got a T-shirt with a bloodstain all over it, maybe laundry isn't your biggest problem. Maybe you should get rid of the body before you do the wash.

...The blood of roses, splashed with the blood of angels, and of demons.

Strife and Confusion joined the fight, along with cruel Death, who seized one wounded man while still alive and then another man without a wound, while pulling the feet of one more corpse out from the fight. The clothes Death wore around her shoulders were dyed red with human blood.

This shirt is "dry-clean only"... Which means it's dirty.

I suppose I try and write in blood a lot of the time. I suppose a lot of it is violent in that if I get angry about something, I don't try to hide it.