Methodically You're being killed by me You are asking me - why. That when you die So lost I'm gonna be Is left Unevidently.
Aprropriately (Hell yeah, appropriately!) Dismembered your body is By this train I am the railway golden member! Unluckily Egos transition impossible is So there's no use in that I've written down your number!
The time of arrival of train Is written up by your guts. Your blood has covered the lane As anatomic gloves have covered the facts. x2 These are the methods of love.
Insane and genius doctor Has saved up your dying brain Not only he did that to fuck it But, too, (choo-choo!) to transplantate. So welcome your brand new body Sewed of different animals' rags Even my homonuculus buddy Sais that it has got a lot of cracks. (While I don't think so...)
Did I mention the pain that you feel? Must it be marked out in this song or Has the Beast broken throught the sanity's seal To feel suffering no longer? x3 The time of arrival of you Is written up by my guts. My sprayed blood ain't have a slightest clue That being sprayed is out of tact. x2 These are the methods of love.