A wraith with an angel's body.
A demon with a smile of gold.
You soul-sucker.
I won't become like you.
A killer with the perfect weapons,
crystal eyes and a heart of coal.
You soul-sucker.
I won't lose myself in you.

Look how pretty she is, when she falls down.
Now there's no beauty in bleeding mascara. Her lips are quivering
like a withering rose, she's back again.

What the f___ do you think love means?
It's much more than words and more than feelings
sucking me dry. Is my marrow that sweet?
Your dead lovers have left a trail of broken hearts and misspent hopes.
Sucking them dry. Does their marrow taste of
sweetness, Sweetness? I hope you choke.

Look how pretty she is, when she falls down.
Now there's no beauty in bleeding mascara. Her lips are quivering
like a withering rose, she's back again.

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