| Lyric | Song |
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| Her heart is weeping. Happiness is killing her. | |
| It's not our fault if the reaper holds our hearts. | |
| We're in love with with death and we die on and on. | |
| I'm your Christ and I want you, I just woke up for hearse. | |
| Zipping cupid in a body bag well-worn. | |
| My river of tears has run dry. | |
| I'll violate you in the most sensual way. | |
| Let me bleed you this song of my heart deformed. | |
| | Lyric | Song |
|---|
| I just love the way you're running out of life. | |
| A drop of your blood tastes like wine today. | |
| I try to call your name but I'm silenced by the fear of dying in your heart once again. | |
| My heart's a graveyard baby. | |
| In 666 ways I love you and I hope you feel the same. | |
| I'm drunk on your tears baby, can't you see it's hurting. | |
| One last caress from the corpse of love is all I want. | |
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