Bitemarks And Bloodstains

Meier, may we be this way forever,
And tell me lover, what will become of the others?
Bones, skin, nails and flesh,
On a bed of 'lack of passion',
A medieval consequence.

They worry you with all the talk of how you're not their kind.

Now I'm stealing her body and taking it home.
There is always one more fall.

Maladjusted you must trust me darling.
Subsequently, you see, you deserve more than me.
They bury you while wearing garments of funeral fire.

Now I'm stealing her body and taking it home.
There is always one more fall.

This will hurt you,
It's killing me.
(This is the salt in my side; this is the thorn in my eye)
This will hurt you,
And I will too,
And I will…

Bloodlust - for this girl
Bloodloss - for this boy

Another puncture wound
And once again, forgive my sins.

Now I'm stealing her body and taking it home.
There is always one more fall.

This is forever