Took my hand and she ended it all
Broke her little bones on the boulders below
And while she fell, I smiled.

Go ahead, lie to me
Tell me again how you're tortured

If you're 555, I'm 666
What's it like to be a heretic?

You are wrong, fucked and overrated
I think I'm gonna be sick
And it's your fault

If I should die before I wake
pray no one my soul to take
And if I wake before I die
rescue me with your smile

Dark are the streets, gloom's creeping out of the walls
Dirt comes alive and all the neon-lights call

The game is on, the game is on,

Spit.

Don't forget me

And so we decided to die.

Life, so, unnecessary,

I want to slit your throat and fuck the wound.

and we don't want to live forever
and we know that suffering is so much better

I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me.

I love balancing between chaos and control with everything I do.

Little funfunfun...

It's all over.

Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic.