Give me this before I slip, before I sink, 
because I think I may have found the short way down. 
Just give me something. Something’s cold and clear – 
the love spent here, as I had feared, means nothing dear.
I pray to reason I’ll forget. I’ll trade what’s left. 

Just give me something. 
I’m the devout, praying just to get the blood out, 
bound by this flesh I own. 
I’m the devout, cutting just to get the blood out. 
Desecrate til we die alone. 

I will defy the pulse disguise 
but please pretend we’re still alive if it gives you hope. 
I sung and drowned. I’m taking the short way down. 

Give me something I can take to make the memories fade. 
Poison kiss, remember this, I was never meant for this day.