Comets & Fake Blood

When comets explode
I wonder if they care
'Bout how fast they flew
They had
The temperature rising
They had
(Hundred degrees Celsius)
They had it all
(Maybe two thousand and five hundred)
I got, got
Blood on my finger
Pricked a spot
To make sure I’m still
Both my feet, ten toes
Won’t you
Tell God I’m a faker?
Drawing fake blood
All this fake blood on me
I wanna make you smile
Like you always do for me
I wanna make you smile
Like you always do, like you
I wanna make you smile
Like you always do for me
I wanna make you
Like you always do for me
Hundred degrees Celsius
Maybe two thousand and five hundred