Little lover look into my eyes
The only things that make you wanna die
And, oh, you willAnd little songs and other things are gone
Insane, I'm sure there's never been a one
And all the whispers in your dreams
It's on your waking face
A morning you will no more sink in sorrowLed me to rotAnd I don't buy what you're selling me
And animal things are killing me
But I'm on top of itAnd I don't buy what you're selling me
And animal things are killing me
But I'm on top of itLittle lover look into my eyes
The only things that make you wanna die
And, oh, you willAnd little songs and other things are gone
Insane, I'm sure there's never been a one
And all the whispers in your dream
It's on your waking face
A morning you will no more sink in sorrowFight the fever
Burn like fireAnd I don't buy what you're selling me
And animal things are killing me
But I'm on top of itAnd I don't buy what you're selling me
And animal things are killing me
But I'm on top of itLittle girls laugh at and go
So I go just like
Animal and bite nails
Will I leave and let yourself to scream and I hold onRun away, run away, you're in the devil's kitchen
Run away, run away, you're in the devil's kitchen
Run away, run away, you're in the devil's kitchen
Run away, run away...I don't buy, I don't buy
What you're selling me
And animal things are killing me
But I'm on top of itAnd I don't buy what you're selling me
And animal things are killing me
But I'm on top of itThis body of, this body of, the body of death (x7)