bitemarks & bloodstains
finch
my or may we be this way forever?
tell me lover what will become of the other
on a bed of lack of passion
they worry you with all the talk of how your not their kind
now i'm stealing her body and taking it home
there is always one more fault
you must trust me darling
subsequentially it seems 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 fault
now i'm stealing her body and taking it home
there is always one more fault
but now i punch a wound and once again forgive my sin
now i'm stealing her body and taking it home
there is always one more fault
now i'm stealing her body and taking it home
there is always one more fault