Bitemarks and Bloodstains

“Meier may we be this way forever And tell me, lover, what will become of the others?” Bones, skin, nails and flesh On a bed of “lack of passion”, a medieval consequence They worry you with all the talk of how you're not their kind [Chorus] Now I'm stealing her body and taking it home There is always one more fall Maladjusted you must trust me, darling Subsequently, you see, you deserve more than me They bury you while wearing garments of funeral fire [Chorus] x2 This will hurt you It's killing me (This is the salt in my side, this is the thorn in my eye) x3 This will hurt you And I will, too And I will Bloodlust, bloodlust - for this girl Bloodloss, bloodloss - for this boy Bloodlust, bloodlust - for this girl Bloodloss, bloodloss - for this boy This boy Another puncture wound, and once again, forgive my sins [Chorus] x2