Can we just live for another night?
Somehow I think you know,
I've got my soul to deal out with the hearts,
and if we quit right now I've finally dealt myself a losing streak.
Maybe we'll all go to hell and make it big.
Maybe we'll all go to hell and play 666.
And see the fire in the heart of your self-doubt, and it's me who can't get out.
Broken heart prescriptions are what we have to waste on someone else.
You know I tried to make it right.
With all the fucking and fighting, and cheating.
Did not go down without a sound and I've got a flaming soul.
I see the fire in the heart of your self-doubt and it's me who can't get out.
Sometimes I try to waste my time on you, but can't get out.
Is it feeling better now that I fell so far apart?
Did you find what you wanted?
You feel warm and safe from sin?
It's the violence in your heart.
It's the violence in the heart of self-doubt.