The Dark Style Fair 5 - Day of the Dead Edition - {LM}
Six A.M., Christmas morning
No shadows, no reflections here
Lying cheek to cheek in your cold embrace
No shadows, no reflections here
Lying cheek to cheek in your cold embrace
So soft and so tragic as a slaughterhouse
You press the knife against your heart
And say that, "I love you
So much you must kill me now."
I love you
So much you must kill me now
You press the knife against your heart
And say that, "I love you
So much you must kill me now."
I love you
So much you must kill me now
If I was your vampire, certain as the moon
Instead of killing time, we'll have each other till the sun
If I was your vampire, death waits for no one
Hold my hands across your face because I think our time has come
Instead of killing time, we'll have each other till the sun
If I was your vampire, death waits for no one
Hold my hands across your face because I think our time has come
Digging your smile apart with my spade-tongue
And the hole is where the heart is
We built this tomb together; I will fill it alone
(Beyond the pale everything's black, no turning back)
And the hole is where the heart is
We built this tomb together; I will fill it alone
(Beyond the pale everything's black, no turning back)
If I was your vampire, certain as the moon
Instead of killing time, we'll have each other till the sun
If I was your vampire, death waits for no one
Hold my hands across your face because I think our time has come
Instead of killing time, we'll have each other till the sun
If I was your vampire, death waits for no one
Hold my hands across your face because I think our time has come
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