"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.

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.
It's killing me. (This is the salt in my side, this is the thorn in my eye)

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, BLOODLUST... for this girl.
BLOODLOSS, BLOODLOSS... for this boy.
BLOODLUST, BLOODLUST... for this girl.
BLOODLOSS, BLOODLOSS... for this boy.
This boy...

Another puncture wound,
And once again, FORGIVE OUR SINS!

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

Now I'm stealing her body
And taking it home. (This is forever.)
There is always one more fall. (This is forever.)