We kiss with tongue and cheek, and burn the witches in our beds.
Wrap vacant stakes in sheets, accuse monogamy instead.
I tried to catch the beat, and do the dance of marionette.
Can't groove to my heartbeat, since rhythm stops when you are dead.

They say, one way, to feel, I will (x2)

Taxi drive me, to the end.
Let the meter run into the digits I can't spend.
The you'll drive me, to the edge.
I'll stand upon the precipice and jump to pay my debt...Goodbye.

"So take some hair from me."
That's what the dog that bit me said.
A process we'll repeat, until it's bald and I am dead.
I played it by the book, and soon became illiterate.
The words that I mistook, negate everything I have read.

They say, one way, to feel, I will. (x4)
(They say it's quite easy to tell someone you love them, but it's a feat, a feat, a feat to mean it.)

Taxi drive me, to the end.
Let the meter run into the digits I can't spend.
Then you'll drive me, to the edge.
I'll stand upon the precipice and jump to pay my debt.
So, be the driver, to the end.
Crash into my rigid back, you'll see that I don't bend.
Now were standing, on the edge.
So push me off the precipice and prove that you're my friend.

They say there's just one way; it's kill or be killed.
If you show me one way I will, will.
They say there's just one way; it's kill or be killed.
If you show me the way I will, will.

If love is like a cancer, (kill or be killed)
Then sex is just a pill. (I will I will)
Well we're making love to kill ourselves, (kill or be killed)
And we're fucking just to feel (I meant "heal" ... aww fuck)

And if love is like a cancer, (And I've been there before)
And your sex is like a pill. (I'm not afraid of death anymore)
Well we're making love to kill ourselves,
And we're fucking just to heal. (I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay)

And your love is like a cancer, (I've beat it once before)
And your sex is just a pill. (Well I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid)
I'll keep making love to kill myself, (Go ahead and quit if you want)
And we're fucking just to heal.

And they say that God is love, and love it always wins.
Except for a hopeless damned romantic with a crush on deadly sin.
Now I'm closing both my eyes to see your point of view.
It's a picture perfect paradox for camera shy taboo.

I'm okay.