Little lover look into my eyes
The only things that make you wanna die.
And oh you will
And 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 sorrow

Led me to rot

And I don´t buy what you´re selling me
And things are killing me
But I´m on top of it

Little lover look into my eyes
The only things that make you wanna die
And oh you will
And 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 sorrow

Fight the fever
Burn like fire

And I don´t buy what you´re selling me
And things are killing me
But I´m on top of it

Little girls laugh at a go
So I go just like animal and bite nails
Will I leave and let yourself to scream and I hold

Run away You´re in the devil´s kitchen

I don´t buy, I don´t buy what you´re selling me
And things are killing me
But I´m on top of it

The body, the body the body of death