The Loveless
I don't want you to leave
I want you to stay
Here in my bed
Just ignore the stains
Oh, save your love
I get more love from machines than humans
And all this romance is just rotting your tiny mind
Sleeping with an Angel wake up with the living dead
All you get for your love is a whore in your head
Love Is Spit
Spite is Glor
Glory is just another word for vanit
Sleeping with an Angel wake up with the living dead
All you get for your love is a whore in your head
Our father who art in heave
Hallowed be thy nam
My tears fall on the book you gave m
Your promises were all in vain..
Miss Mercy!
Come save me now
Cos I realise that I need Love!