Songtext von Butcher's Love Song

Red fingers gentle stick to the glass Fingerprints of handle betray the content of tonight I've never been the sophisticated paramour Let's consumate, consumate our love (It was) Grounded crime, realize (this is end) Can you fell like a knife is cutting dead lies Is cutting your lies Love is a tempting blade, so passionately coveting your juicy body Allow him fulfill your fate I had to feel, had to know that you won't runaway Won't runaway I'm cutting out inside, Tanning your skin Encouraged by your authentic smell My fingers caress with organs Pull out hands Cut your tongue Freeze the face Shoot your mouth Pull out hands Cut your tongue Freeze the face Shoot your mouth (It was) Grounded crime, realize (this is end) Can you fell like a knife is cutting dead lies Is cutting your lies