You’ve tasted all that sweetness, of the fruit of loneliness
A piece of me that is, cut off ruthlessly
A chunk of flesh as a present, giving out without a second thought
You got blades, then I’ll slaughter it sanguine
If you start composing, I’ll follow up
Let me write you a horror story
Who’s suspicious, who needs compassion
Who’s innocent, who lives in degradation
I’ve already seen the end of it
If you drop it here, I’ll pick it up
Make it memorable like a love story
Blood is running, hand is sore
heart is empty and it hurts more
Love becomes vivid when it’s deeply afflicted
Don’t give it back to me
Don’t give it back to me
You’ve tasted all that sweetness, of the fruit of loneliness
A piece of me that is, cut off ruthlessly
A chunk of flesh as a present, giving out without a second thought
You got blades, then I’ll slaughter it sanguine
If you start composing, I’ll follow up
Let me write you a horror story
Who’s suspicious, who needs compassion
Who’s innocent, who lives in degradation
I’ve already seen the end of it
If you drop it here, I’ll pick it up
Make it memorable like a love story
Blood is running, hand is sore
heart is empty and it hurts more
Love becomes vivid when it’s deeply afflicted
Don’t give it back to me
Don’t give it back to me
It’s too late to figure it out
The connection is already lost
Watching the soul disappears
Two bodies out of wits
One more word is unnecessary
One more touch of bombast is making it cheesy
This story is just right to be addictive
Love is also addictive
If you start composing, I’ll follow up
Let me write you a horror story
Who’s suspicious, who needs compassion
Who’s innocent, who lives in degradation
I’ve already seen the end of it
If you drop it here, I’ll pick it up
Make it memorable like a love story
Blood is running, hand is sore
heart is empty and it hurts more
Love becomes vivid when it’s deeply afflicted
Don’t give it back to me
Don’t give it back to me