Live Bitemarks And Bloodstains

Maybe I will be this way forever
Tell me lover what will become of the other
Bomes skin nails and flesh
on a bed a lack of passion a medieval consequence
They worry you with all their talk of how your not their kind

Now I'm stealing her body and taking it home
There is always one more fault

Maladjusted you must trust me darling
Subsequently you see you deserve more than me
They bury you all wearing garments of funeral fire

Now I'm stealing her body and taking it home
There is always one more fault

Now I'm stealing her body and taking it home
There is always one more fault

This will hurt you
It's Killing Me
This will hurt you
It's Killing Me
This will hurt you
It's Killing Me
This will hurt you
and I will turn and I will

Blood loss, Blood loss for this girl
Blood loss, Blood loss for this boy
Blood loss, Blood loss for this girl
Blood loss, Blood loss for this boy, this boy