you sink 'em in and take a chunk of my soul
you know you really chewed me up this time
your idea of fun is drawin' blood
you tear the meat from the heart of a thing
until there's nothing worth remembering
don't need no teeth to eat my beef
you bit my tires and it blew my mind
now i can't even roll down the line
you go right for the jugular vein
bared incisors and your eyes are insane
i have to handle you with chain mail gloves
there is no name for your kind of love