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