Black heart's comin', he's a cold machine. Cuts like a knife, gentle and clean. Face like an angel, mind of a killer. Nobody else gonna love her better.
I got a picture of a photograph. Of a wedding and a shell. It's just a burning antient memory. I never kiss and tell. . So turn it up and burn it. There's a hole in your head.
Black heart's comin', he?s a cold machine. Cuts like a knife, gentle and clean. Face like an angel, mind of a killer. Nobody else gonna love her better.