It's how I love the feeling of sex and desperation



lose the pace and churn the legs with panoramic lip gestation that mutilation reeks of sex;

I'll take that hemorrhage to my temple

that's why I love to smell the sex in every heartbeat, killer



my lips don't work with vision but my hips can't live without it

danger, danger just don't give into strangers selling blood that melts my heart

K-I-S-S or K-I-L-L

you're not quite immune like heartbreak

(and that's quite a catch)

(and she's not quite dead)

and creates that mechanism to save us from the stench of selling poisons door to door

with blood that melts your heart

(please just be my chloe)

if you'll be my Chloe, then I'll be your Jacob Sewell

if you were a kitten then they would skin you, softly



that's how the ingrates keep the lovers second guessing the blood feud