Texty: Funeral For A Friend. The End Of Nothing.

Killing you
Might be the only chance I have of recovery
But I know it's oh severe
So you knew it would be
The punishment it fits the crime

So let's take this knife
And run it down your chest
Does this feel like love?
Here we are waiting

So let's take this knife
And run it down your chest
Does this feel like love?
Here we are waiting

The light looks good against
The bruises on your cheek
Another medal that you have
To hold this week

The light looks good against
The bruises on your cheek
Another medal that you have
To hold this week

Killing me
Might be the only chance you have of recovery
But I know it's oh severe
So you knew it would be
The punishment it fits your crime

So let's take this knife
And run it down your chest
Does this feel like love?
Here we are waiting

So let's take this knife
And run it down your chest
Does this feel like love?
Here we are waiting

The light looks good against
The bruises on your cheek
Another medal that you have
To wear this week

The light looks good against
The bruises on your cheek
Another medal that you have
To wear this week

You and I will die alone tonight
You and I will lie alone tonight
You and I will die alone tonight
You and I will die alone

The light looks good against
The bruises on your cheek
Another medal that you have
To wear this week

The light looks good against
The bruises on your cheek
Another medal that you have
To wear this week