How I regret what I must do
but you've left me no choice.
Though I still strain
I can't recall the beauty of your fey voice.

Now that I've heard come through the walls
a song I've heard many times
I must return all you gave me
in the company of swine.
We had found sacred ground
Oh we had found sacred ground
You'll burn down.

I thought you sang so tastefully
but now I see I was wrong.
Your serenade turns to filth when I leave
so, please, cut the love song.

How I regret what I must do
but you must be replaced
For I cannot go on suffering
such simple and common tastes.

When you met my eyes you sang to me
of passion, pain and will.
When I blinked you turned away
to kiss the hand of filth.
We had found sacred ground
Oh we had found sacred ground
I'll burn down

I thought you sang so tastefully
but now I see I was wrong.
Your serenade turns to filth when I leave
so, please, cut the love song.


Tell me who will hear your voice,
your song, when the smoke has cleared
and the lights are gone?
Tell me, who appears when I'm gone.

I thought you sang so tastefully
but now I see I was wrong.
Your serenade turns to filth when I leave
so, please, cut the love song.

I thought you sang so tastefully
I see I was wrong.
Your serenade turns to filth when I leave
so, please, cut the love song.
Cut the love song
Cut the love song