You've got a secret and it's drilling insanity right down to the fortress of my feeble mind. There's a scent of a whore and it's making me crazy. A gentleman baptized in her sleepless nights. I'm drowning in tears, not knowing why you disappeared. The bottle I can handle, but it's the blood I can't fight.
Chorus: Fools can't fall without the knife of a murderer. You better believe me when I tell you that you'll bleed under the sheets. Nobody can stop this like the chattering of your teeth. So long.... This is all wrong.
I'll follow your footsteps. Take me up to the 2nd floor. Fuckin' drunk as a sailor owning bloodshot eyes. I hear the sound of your laughter. God it's making me crazy. I hope the bastard enjoyed you, but now it's time to die. There's nothing to fear, I'm only making him disappear.... Oh who am I kidding? You're both gonna die! The bodies I can handle cause it's the blood I can't fight.
I may be pathetic, but it's you laying on the street. Your mister rests in peaces while you crawl at my feet. I may be a sinner, but that bitch taught me too well. You can count the years until I meet you in hell. Now that the misery is all gone, all I have left is this song.