The Little Death Lyrics

Aesthetic Perfection The Little Death

What keeps the heart on going,
Once it is flawed and grey?
What makes the blood keep flowing?
Three words that never change,
I don't know,
Don't lose hope.

Because I'll cut your throat,
You have to know,
It's not personal,
But if I let you go,
I'll live my life alone.

What keeps the passion burning,
When you don't have a flame?
A cold machine is working,
Everything ends the same,
I don't know,
Stay so pure.

Can you show?
Can you fight?
What is wrong,
Can be right.

'cause I'll cut your throat,
'cause I'll cut your throat,
'cause I'll cut your throat.