The cold only served me keeping you warm; Roaming your body like a serpent of some form. Now I ain't got nothing pumping through my veins but gasoline. Could you ever love a machine?
It's all about driving the demons in me out. It's hard to be sincere when I'm lodged in the jaws of a shark. It's constantly reminding me that I like you better in the dark. If you're screaming at the drain for days... ... you know it's love.
And if god were a villain, he would be me. I am a martyr without belief in anything So what does that make me? If cowardice ranks amongst royalty then crown me king. I am that of desperate, I am that of cancerous and I'm loving this.
I've been screaming at the drain for days, My stomach and I are parting ways... You know it's love when you beg for it to stop