Look at this dump of tragedies. Do you feel something cold? My hopeless girl, we can't stop the bleeding. Oh, no...
Lie down on the carpet of flowers and die. In this cemetery I see nothing, Only love and headstones.
I hate to love you But sometimes I miss, oh...
Look at this grave of memories. Do you feel something cold? My slippery girl, we can't stop the bleeding. Oh, no...
Lie down on the carpet of flowers and die. In this cemetery I see nothing, Only love and headstones. Queen of fails rots on their embers and cry. We make love in the crypt of flashbacks, We howl at the moon and die alone.
Look at this grave of memories. Do you feel something cold? My slippery girl, we can't stop the bleeding. Oh, no...
Only love and headstones. We howl at the moon and die alone.
Lie down on the carpet of flowers and die. In this cemetery I see nothing, Only love and headstones. Queen of fails rots on their embers and cry. We make love in the crypt of flashbacks, We howl at the moon and die alone.