I bet you're sitting there...
You wait for that phone call...
You're rubbing to cover all the tears
Screaming over!
The "tick-tock" - your dumb heart...
And here I am turning my reason into blame
All the faces come to kill
Because you know they make me feel!

(I feel like a)
Slave. Like all I can do...
Is pray to my heart to get used to you
Taste your love in a spoon
(And) try to get over that stuff again
Over the same desires!

Whip me with shame
Tear away my heart
Pseudo intellect: the devil's pride!
"I screw the play... I come back alone"
But everything's tasteless if you're gone

"The bitch's hair's on fire" – "Closed caption" hour...
It's not my stupid jokes that she admires... so, pull the wires!
Good old friends are only memories that remain...
All the future is all we'll buy
And, yet, she'll fuck with my kids names!

(I feel like a)
Slave. Like all I can do...
Is pray to my heart to get used to you
Taste your love in a spoon
(And) try to get over that stuff again
And over again!

In this anatomy of love
Your rusted dull scalpel cuts my throat
You taste me and accuse me
I'm only erotically seasoned
But I'll tell you: don't dare to
Choke back your tears and sob,
Don't call back when I say "No more!"

In this anatomy of love
Your rusted dull scalpel cuts my throat
You taste me and accuse me
Life's only erotically seasoned
But I'll tell you: don't dare to
Choke back your tears and sob,
Don't call back when I say "No more!"
"Can't you see the sign?" Ah!

Slave. Like all I can do
Is pray to my heart to get used to you
Taste your love in a spoon
(And) try to get over that stuff again

Slave. Like all I can do
Is pray to never be alone
Am I alone?

Forever the same?