caught you looking at my reflection. this is not the way we procreate
give me something else than affection. swollen suffering fantasy of hate
you’re a pretty face, you should like me. i want to get used by you
‘cause i’m full of hate, just excite me, i want to get bruised by you
the murder that marks you every day. the stain in your soul won’t wash away
we spit on the cross just like we’re trained
we scowl and screw away the pain
but i’m up for it if you are, handsome. let’s keep that morningstar burning
you’re a party boy, you should like me. i want to get used by you
‘cause i’m unemployed. just to spite me, i want to get bruised by you
when you burn in hell they remind you
of all the things you screwed up in your life
i’ll be one of them if you’re inclined to
turn away from the everglowing light
all i want is to see through you
if only you were alive i could trust you
but now alone in your bed we’ll prove
you do not have to love to be in pain, boo
the truth is, you should lie with me
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Thanks to (Bruno) for correcting these lyrics. Jan 23, 2008