Use Your Machine Gun Arm 歌词

Cross me off the list, of loves of your life Place me on a quaint dish, just for your pretty mouth to devour Witness my sweetness Turn Sour, Half past the hour. And we don't seem to be getting anywhere. Do you believe in happy endings, mending the scars of the past? Open flesh wounds begging for salt, that we've found on the cheeks where tears once had passed. A trap door to the dungeon where cuffs and Chains bind those held as contraband, from the battlefield of where hearts will stand. Are You tired by now? Worn out? Time's closing in on still, we slow down All of the times that blood spilt the Ground Fills the pools of sorrow You've burnt out this body, burnt out this mind My collection of urns filled with ashes define. What we've become, useless dust, so worthless, so useless I'm on my back prepared for sacrifice Slide your dagger between each rib of mine Spell it out L. O. V. E. I'm so fucking sick of it