My or may we be this way forever?
Tell me lover what will become of the other
Bones, skin, nails and flesh
On a bed of lack of passion, a medieval consequence
They worry you with all the talk of how your not their kindNow I'm stealing her body and taking it home
There is always one more faultNow adjust it, you must trust me darling
Subsequentially it seems you deserve more than me
They bury you while wearing garments of funeral fire
Now i'm stealing her body and taking it home
There is always one more fault
Now I'm stealing her body and taking it home
There is always one more faultThis will hurt you, it's killing me
This will hurt you, it's killing me
This will hurt you, it's killing me
This will hurt you, and I will to, and I willBloodloss, bloodlust, for this girl
Bloodloss, bloodlust, for this boy
Bloodloss, bloodlust, for this girl
Bloodloss, bloodlust, for this boy, this boyBut now I punch a wound and once again forgive my sin
Now I'm stealing her body and taking it home
There is always one more fault
Now I'm stealing her body and taking it home
This is forever
There is always one more fault
This is forever
