The cold only served me keeping you warm;
Roaming your body like a serpent of some form.
Now I ain't got nothing pumping through my veins but gasoline.

Could you ever love a machine?

It's all about driving the demons in me out.

It's hard to be sincere when I'm lodged in the jaws of a shark.
It's constantly reminding me that I like you better in the dark.
If you're screaming at the drain for days...

...you know its love.

And if god were a villain, he would be me.

I am a martyr without belief in anything
So what does that make me?
If cowardice ranks amongst royalty then crown me king.

I am that of desperate,
I am that of cancerous and I'm loving this.


I've been screaming at the drain for days,
My stomach and I are parting ways...
You know it's love when you beg for it to stop