Little lover look into my eyes
The only things that make you wanna die.
And oh you will
And little songs and other things are gone
Insane, I�m sure there�s never been a one
And all the whispers in your dream
it�s on your waking face, a morning you will no more sink in sorrow.
Led me to rot�
And I don�t buy what you�re selling me
�and things are killing me
But I�m on top of it.
Little lover look into my eyes
The only things that make you wanna die.
And oh you will
And little songs and other things are gone
Insane, I�m sure there�s never been a one
And all the whispers in your dream
it�s on your waking face a morning you will no more sink in sorrow.
Fight the fever
Burn like fire
�..
And I don�t buy what you�re selling me
�and things are killing me
But I�m on top of it.
Little girls laugh at a go
So I go just like animal and bite nails
Will I leave and let yourself to scream and I hold
Run away. You�re in the devil�s kitchen
I don�t buy, I don�t buy what you�re selling me
�and things are killing me
But I�m on top of it.
The body, the body the body of death. |
