The cold only served me keeping you warm;
Roaming your body like a serpent of some form.
Now I ain't got nothing pumping through my veins but gasoline.
Could you ever love a machine?
It's all about driving the demons in me out.
It's hard to be sincere when I'm lodged in the jaws of a shark.
It's constantly reminding me that I like you better in the dark.
If you're screaming at the drain for days...
... you know it's love.
And if god were a villain, he would be me.
I am a martyr without belief in anything
So what does that make me?
If cowardice ranks amongst royalty then crown me king.
I am that of desperate,
I am that of cancerous and I'm loving this.
I've been screaming at the drain for days,
My stomach and I are parting ways...
You know it's love when you beg for it to stop
