You know I like it, so you play the game. You play it so well, but it's not the same. Just look behind my eyes to see my need. The cutting thoughts beneath, will make you bleed.
He walked through the door. And never came out. . And one by one. We walked through the door after him. . And never come out. And never come out.
Its hard to say if, I am alive. . Disorder runs rampant in my mind. Loose thoughts slipping through my sad excuse for a grip. Random ideas bouncing around like a rubber ball in a rubber room.
Though I heard you say you love me. It pains me to say this. But I have a question. . Would you love me. If you could see me?. Would you love me. If you could hear me?.
Crimson love girl in my bedroom, will you be my valentine?. I can whip you, you can beat me, torture me till hell is mine. Crimson love girl in my bedroom, will you be my valentine?.
I've got this evil feeling and it's overwhelming me. To build these devices that cause your agony. I know your body needs me and I will be your king. I'll give you pain and I'll do it again, again, again.
It seems I like it when you cry. My co-dependant lullaby. I'll only play when I make the rules. Your mental weakness is my obvious tool. It seems I like it when you cry.
Moving on without a care. I always made them cry. Until I met the girl so fair. Then my summertime died. . Her lullaby a wicked one. Fall asleep and die.
This moment is the rest of your life. This moment is the rest of your life. This moment is the rest of your life. I'm comin' atcha with a kitchen knife.
I wanna to kill you, I wanna to make you bleed. You're gonna be my bitch. I'm gonna have you down upon your knees. I wanna kill you, you're gonna fucking die.