"Meier may we be this way forever and,
Tell me lover what will become of the others?"
Bones, skin, nails and the flesh
On a bed of "lack of passion"
A midieval consequence
They worry you with all the talk of how you're not their kind
Now I'm stealing her body
and taking it home
There is always one more fall
Maladjusted you must trust me darling
Subsequently, you see,
You deserve more than me
They bury you while wearing garments Of funeral fire
This will hurt you
(This is the salt in my side, this is the thorn in my eye.)
It's killing me
This will hurt you
And I will too
Bloodlust - for this girl
Bloodloss - for this boy
This is forever.