can we kill eachother quickly,
quick enough so I won`t feel it?
a shot of stobe light anesthesia and I`ll be fine
`cause I`m starting to feel cold.
my hands are shaking from fear,
white from clutching my pride, red from cutting you
and blue from telling lies.
`cause I`m sick of the stabbing, i`m sick of the breaking
i`m sick of the bleeding untill we fall down.
sick of this circle of death that we dance through again
and again, just lay me in the ground
let`s fall asleep together, hold me darling `cause I`m scared,
and I can`t do this alone.
but I need your heartbeat to haunt me, your cold lips to breathe,
a promise that tomorrow we`ll wake up somewhere new.