the cold only served me keeping you warm;
roaming your body like a serpent of some form.
now i ain't got nothing pumping through my veins but gasoline.
could you ever love a machine?
its all about driving the demons in me out.
its hard to be sincere when i'm lodged in the jaws
of a shark. its constantly reminding me
that i like you better in the dark.
if you're screaming at the drain for days...
...you know its love.
and if god were a villain, he would be me.
i am a martyr without belief in anything -
so what does that make me?
if cowardice ranks amongst royalty then
crown me king. i am that of desperate, i am
that of cancerous and i'm loving this.
i've been screaming at the drain for days,
my stomach and i are parting ways...
you know its love when you beg for it to stop
