| Take it back, what you stole from me
|
| Take it back, what you stole from me, baby
|
| Taking back what you stole
|
| Taking back what you stole from me, baby
|
| AAAAHH!
|
| Wash away these memories, silent and proud
|
| Wash away these memories, silent and proud
|
| Blood won’t confirm on these curtains
|
| Your blood, my hands
|
| Your blood, my fucking hands
|
| Run for the hills
|
| Your strength, from the dead afar
|
| Run for the hills
|
| Your strength from luck, cut this off
|
| And if you think you’re alive
|
| Well you’re better off fucking dead!
|
| Right!
|
| This will be another moment where we put
|
| Salt in my eyes, in wake I won’t
|
| Salt in my eyes
|
| In hope I won’t see your smile
|
| I will not see her
|
| This will be over my dead body
|
| This will be over my dead body
|
| This will be over my dead body
|
| This will be over my dead body
|
| This will be over my dead body
|
| This will be over my dead body
|
| This will be over my dead body |