You've got me smouldering
Like something of a demon child.
Rust in my reasoning,
Embers on my wicked smile.
You've got your education,
Something of a saint at heart.
When heaven is an overrated destination
Fucking is a work of art
With you, you, you
You...
I need to be getting you.
Crawling and un-controlling,
Breaking free of all the rules.
Fell into you never knowing
The dangers of your abuse.
The kind of pain you like to feel
Is not the kind you learn alone.
Between the fucking, hitting and healing
Loving is the art of war with
You, you, you
You...
I need to be getting you.
How do I get to you, babe?
You gave to me what I gave to you
And you did to me what I did to you
You gave to me what I gave to you
And you did to me what I did to
You...
Loving you is the art of war,
The art of war...
