Die On A Rope
The Distillers - Coral Fang
I wish that you didn't love me no more
I wish that you didn't own me no more
I want to draw the blood from your neck
Spill the lies in your bed
I will give you a holy white rose
Cut the tongue from your head
I belong to a line of red scent
Teach the heart to reflect
The wound is wise for primal black eyes
There's a scarlet letter in my chest