Stitches - Orgy

if it stayed i’d never leave it if that turned around

i’d grieve

the special dirty things

that we used to talk about

i mean that

loving you is strange

and adored by me throughout,

oh no its you again

someday soon you’ll find that someone

waiting for the chance to beat you

drooling on the set to feel you,

blessing you with every kiss

tying yourself to me stitch up my emptiness

'cause you’re the death of me so precious;

loving the thrill

such the patient one who needs me the spoiled one who wins

so shocking where’s your sense

don’t you know

i hate you so unsatisfied, you little girl

rolling dice

and seeming queer

bastard love

a sick affair

let’s see what new disease you’ll fetch,

i mean that fucking you is strange

and adored by me throughout

oh it’s you again

blessing you with every kiss

so precious you know

this hate of mine exploded

i’m so deranged you know

i will never be the same