CRIMSON LOVE

WHERE DO I STAB MYSELF
TO LET THIS BLOOD FLOW OUT OF ME
AND WITH IT THE MEMORIES OF U
THAT FLOW ACROSS MY HEART EACH DAY

WILL I BE FREE THEN
FREE OF THE BURDEN OF U THAT I CARRY UPON MY SHOULDERS
MEMORIES OF MY LUST ARE NOW TURNED INTO GUILT

THE RUSH OF MY BLOOD CAUSED BY YOUR AROUSING TOUCH ..
NOW ONLY RUNS TO SCORCH MY HEART
SO WON'T U TEAR THROUGH MY FLESH BABY
COVER IN MY BLOOD YOUR BEAUTIFUL HANDS

KISS ME ONE LAST TIME
SO THIS BLOOD RUNS AND FLOWS OUT OF MY WRISTS
CUT BY YOUR WISHFUL RAGE

COME KILL ME DARLING
MURDER CAN SOMETIMES FREE A CAGED SOUL
SCREAMING SILENCES OF EYES SEARCHING FOR ME
CUT RIGHT THROUGH SOME NERVES IN MY BRAIN

WHEN THE MOON RISES AND U FIND ME ALONE IN THE WOODS AGAIN
JUST PULL MY HEART OUT OF MY CHEST
AND BATHE IN MY BLOOD TO QUENCH YOUR THIRST
BITE OFF PIECES OF MY BEATING HEART BABY
AND MAKE ME SCREAM IN ALL MY PAIN

CAUSE SWEETHEART THEN WE WILL FIND SALVATION ...
KNOWING THE FACT...
THAT I DIED FOR YOU…