Win this war for me.



Save your affectionate smile for the knife stuck in your head

Cold-blooded cancer punch-lines give you that quick death you hoped for ten years ago

we should have let you die one month ago

tie your hair back

I wanna kiss you before I kill you

it's only warfare, don't get technical

every time you tongue licks through my torso

every time you taste my blood it makes me wanna know you better

it makes me wanna kill you like the Heathers

We should be back to back, but then it's difficult to stab you in the back

we should be back to back, but then it's difficult to slash through the throat

exile the child's soul and she'll kill you at the alter

exile the child to the thirteenth tower

exile the child's soul and she won't find it in her heart to hate you