Bitemarks And Bloodstains - Finch

«Meier may we be this way forever

And tell me, lover, what will become of the others?»

Bones, skin, nails and flesh

On a bed of «lack of passion», a medieval consequence

They worry you with all the talk of how you’re not their kind

Now I’m stealing her body and taking it home

There is always one more fall

Maladjusted you must trust me, darling

Subsequently, you see, you deserve more than me

They bury you while wearing garments of funeral fire

This will hurt you

It’s killing me

(This is the salt in my side, this is the thorn in my eye) x3

This will hurt you

And I will, too

And I will

Bloodlust, bloodlust — for this girl

Bloodloss, bloodloss — for this boy

Bloodlust, bloodlust — for this girl

Bloodloss, bloodloss — for this boy

This boy

Another puncture wound, and once again, forgive my sins