desperate lovers
I used to run to you but we're through
I used to lean on you but we're through
Today I'm going away
Cause I needed something from you
That shit you're ashamed of
That's sick and disgusting
Your pride wouldn't let it get by
And love is not enough
It's over, and so am I
I need your blood and guts
Give me your blood motherfucker
I want you
All of you
Like we're two
Oh, desperate lovers
But we're through
I used to pray for you but we're through
My half, my better half
The half that knows nothing of ethic or moral stance
Incestuous touching, ain't something she's afraid to dream
We're neither judged nor judging, we're free
Like you wish you could be
I only need one thing
(Let it out)
They try to find holes in my story
And I just point to holes in my body
Holes that tell the tales of knifes wounds and gun wounds
The struggle and suffering and murder and robbery
There's no scars on that body, there's no cuts
There's no story worth telling all of us
There's no soul in that body, there's no trust
There's only one thing inside you
Only blood
(Let it out)
I used to bleed for you but we're through
I used to kill for you but we're through
I used to fuck for you but we're through
But we're through
I used to lean on you but we're through
Today I'm going away
Cause I needed something from you
That shit you're ashamed of
That's sick and disgusting
Your pride wouldn't let it get by
And love is not enough
It's over, and so am I
I need your blood and guts
Give me your blood motherfucker
I want you
All of you
Like we're two
Oh, desperate lovers
But we're through
I used to pray for you but we're through
My half, my better half
The half that knows nothing of ethic or moral stance
Incestuous touching, ain't something she's afraid to dream
We're neither judged nor judging, we're free
Like you wish you could be
I only need one thing
(Let it out)
They try to find holes in my story
And I just point to holes in my body
Holes that tell the tales of knifes wounds and gun wounds
The struggle and suffering and murder and robbery
There's no scars on that body, there's no cuts
There's no story worth telling all of us
There's no soul in that body, there's no trust
There's only one thing inside you
Only blood
(Let it out)
I used to bleed for you but we're through
I used to kill for you but we're through
I used to fuck for you but we're through
But we're through
Credits
Writer(s): Eugene Gill, David Gunn, Andrew Beal, Andrew Workman
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