Last Tango in Paris - Wristmeetrazor, Knocked Loose

This taste

Hungers

It slithers in my mouth, then it obscures

Is it called love?

Is it called lust?

Is it enough?

Go

I can’t run (Can't Run)

He said (He Said)

This damnations forever

Until my dying breath

But there will be

No lipstick to regret

Kiss then kill

And find no love to devour

As days drag and descend

Growing more numb still

Losing count of the hours

Preserved in this hardened shell

Come take your best shot at me

So I can watch you fail

I’ll watch you fail

I’ll watch you kiss, kill for survival

The question still concedes

Is it enough or will there still be

No lipstick to regret

Kiss then kill

And find no love to devour

As days drag and descend

Growing more numb still

Losing count of

No lipstick to regret

Kiss then kill

And find no love

No Love

There is

No love here

There’s always fucking been

No love here