Bacchae Dig
Lover come back to me;
Leave me in agony;
Grant me some ecstasy
Before we go drown”
“Death is a small wish
For sweating in avarice”
Cool hands and cold lips
Are all I have now
My heart is an ocean
Devoid of devotion
I have no sympathy
For ships lost at sea
So lover, come back to me
Take all the air I breathe
Grant us some ecstasy;
Before we go drown
Use me up!
Tear me down!
Use me up!
Tear me down!
Will it heal me, will it kill me?
Will it fulfill or destroy me?
I guess it's over now
Will it heal me, will it kill me?
Will it fulfill or destroy me?
I guess it's over now
Marry, f..ck or kill me later
Ride it like an elevator;
We drop a level down
My heart is like a laboratory:
I get high when you ignore me;
I'm only trying it out
My body is a superfund site:
Dumping ground for all of your spite;
Nobody goes there now
Thick and sticky like a tarpit
Guinea pig for corporate profit
Know what I'm talking about?
Use me up!
Tear me down!
Use me up!
Tear me down!
Will it heal me, will it kill me?
Will it fulfill or destroy me?
I guess it's over now
Will it heal me, will it kill me?
Will it fulfill or destroy me?
I guess it's over now
Use me up!
Tear me down!
Will it heal me, will it kill me?
Will it fulfill or destroy me?
I guess it's over now