Cold

If I could kill you, I would kill you,

but I don’t know how to do it

Not ‘cause I’d miss you, I wouldn’t miss you,

I’m not a child

If I was petty, and I was foolish,

I’d allow myself to lose it

They wouldn’t find you, they couldn’t prove it,

you’d pay the price

I’m always thinking of you, you,

on your knees, knees,

begging me, please

“have some sympathy”

‘Cause I’m cold,

and there’s nothing more to me,

than a lack of empathy,

at least that’s what I’ve been told,

love’s a distant memory

I’ve been shaped by what I know,

like the way everyone’s cold and conceited,

and I like when they are bleeding

and love, well love’s just a reverie

I’d cut your pictures out the papers,

maybe that would scare the neighbours

But I’m a killer, with killer instinct — is that a crime, crime, crime?

I’m always thinking of you, you,

on your knees, knees,

begging me, please

“have some sympathy”

’Cause I’m cold,

and there’s nothing more to me,

than a lack of empathy,

at least that’s what I’ve been told,

love’s a distant memory

I’ve been shaped by what I know,

like the way everyone’s cold and conceited,

and I like when they are bleeding

and love, well love’s just a reverie

A messy dream that’s hard to clean,

is dopamine worth bloody sleeves?

’Cause I’m cold,

and there’s nothing more to me,

than a lack of empathy,

at least that’s what I’ve been told,

love’s a distant memory

I’ve been shaped by what I know,

like the way everyone’s cold and conceited,

and I like when they are bleeding

and love, well love’s just a reverie

love’s just a reverie