I went to see your brother
'Cause he still prefers my frame
And I kept asking who she was
And how she knew your name
Your brother with the tattooed face
He told me you're in love
You sleepwalk and you say your grace
I get a taste of iron when he speaks
I get a taste of iron and it leaks
Following the cracks around my shoulder
Jammin' up the backdoors of my mind
Flooding down the wicked stuff I told her
I'm the sickest girl he'll ever find
Be careful as you turn around
And I've got you dangling boy
I get a taste of iron when I sleep
I get a taste of iron when you weep
You see I howl beneath the moon
Cold and sweet and dangerous to touch
I watch you when you kiss
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