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.
