Lyrics

Do you really wanna know what I like? Cross your fingers 'cause you might be my type I'll play nice when I tie you to the chair Show you a trick where I can make you disappear Put on a scary mask and sneak in late Watch me sleep and wake me up, getting late I want you to stab me with your knife Is it too much to ask for you to end my life? You watch the light go in my eyes It feels the same as when you're inside I am perverted, sick and sadistic Covered in your blood, it's ritualistic It's okay if you think that I'm sick I know you like it, but you won't admit it You'll play nice when you tie me to the chair? Tell me that I'm not going anywhere I want you to stab me with your knife Is it too much to ask for you to end my life? You watch the light go in my eyes It feels the same as when you're inside It feels the same as when you're inside
Writer(s): John Eddy, Emma Harvey, Nathan Cluett, Tim Rypien Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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