كلمات Diary Of a Masochist

Bleed for me Hanging like a marionette Playing with the strings on your wrists Haunted by a silhouette Wearing out your skin, she said Cut me up Feed the need within, my blood is begging for your love Give me more Satiate the thirst for hurt my heart is dying for Morbidity suits you so well, my dear Far better than that dress You and I were born with tragedy inside our veins In death, we trust, in trust, we cheat 'Cause we're oh so vain, she said Cut me up Feed the need within, my blood is begging for your love Give me more Satiate the thirst for hurt my heart is dying for Endless gore Nothing that you'll ever do will ever be enough (be enough) Stain my memory Like a dying bird against the window pane Stay forever by my side Stitched together when we die (Cut me up) Feed the need within, my blood is begging for your love Give me more Satiate the thirst for hurt my heart is dying for Endless gore Nothing that you'll ever do will ever be enough (be enough)