Bitemarks and Bloodstains

My or may we be this way forever?

Tell me lover what will become of the other

Bones, skin, nails and flesh

On a bed of lack of passion, a medieval consequence

They worry you with all the talk of how your not their kind

Now I'm stealing her body and taking it home

There is always one more fault

Now adjust it, you must trust me darling

Subsequentially it seems you deserve more than me

They bury you while wearing garments of funeral fire

Now i'm stealing her body and taking it home

There is always one more fault

Now I'm stealing her body and taking it home

There is always one more fault

This will hurt you, it's killing me

This will hurt you, it's killing me

This will hurt you, it's killing me

This will hurt you, and I will to, and I will

Bloodloss, bloodlust, for this girl

Bloodloss, bloodlust, for this boy

Bloodloss, bloodlust, for this girl

Bloodloss, bloodlust, for this boy, this boy

But now I punch a wound and once again forgive my sin

Now I'm stealing her body and taking it home

There is always one more fault

Now I'm stealing her body and taking it home

This is forever

There is always one more fault

This is forever