We kiss with tongue and cheek and burn the witches in our beds Wrap vacant stakes in sheets, accuse monogamy instead I tried to catch the beat and do the dance of marionette Can't groove to my heartbeat since rhythm stops when you are dead They say? there's one way to feel I will [x2]
Taxi drive me to the end Let the meter run into the digits I can't spend The you'll drive me to the edge I'll stand upon the precipice and jump to pay my debt... goodbye
So take some hair from me That's what the dog that bit me said A process we'll repeat until it's bald and I am dead I played it by the book and soon became illiterate The words that I mistook negate everything I have read
They say? there's one way to feel I will [x4] (They say it's quite easy to tell someone you love? them but it's a feat to mean it)
Taxi drive me to the end Let the meter run into the digits I can't spend Then you'll drive me to the edge I'll stand upon the precipice and jump to pay my debt So be my driver to the end Crash into my rigid back You'll see that I don't bend Now were standing on the edge So push me off the precipice and prove that you're my friend
They say there's just one way it's kill or be killed, If you show me the way I will [x2]
If love is like a cancer (kill or be killed) then sex is just a pill (I will I will) well we're making love to kill ourselves (kill or be killed) and we're fucking just to feel (I meant "heal"... aww fuck)
And if love is like a cancer (I've been there before) and your sex is like a pill (I'm not afraid of death anymore) well we're making love to kill ourselves and we're fucking just to heal? (I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay)
And your love is like a cancer (I've beat it once before) And your sex is just a pill (I'm not afraid of dying) I'll keep making love to kill myself (Go ahead and quit if you want) and keep fucking just to heal
They say that god is love and love it always wins Except for a hopeless damned romantic with a crush on deadly sins Now I'm closing both my eyes to see your point of view it's a picture perfect paradox for camera shy taboo