The Horror of Our Love (Live) Ludo
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[Verse 1]
I'm a killer, cold and wrathful
Silent sleeper, I've been inside your bedroom
I've murdered half the town, left you love notes on their headstones
I'll fill the graveyards until I have you
Moonlight walking, I smell your softness
Carnivorous and lusting to track you down among the pines
I want you stuffed into my mouth
Hold you down and tear you open
Live inside you, love, I'd never hurt you
But I'll grind against your bones until our marrows mix
I will eat you slowly
[Chorus]
Oh, the horror of our love
Never so much blood pulled through my veins
Oh, the horror of our love
Never so much blood
[Verse 2]
I wake in terror, blackbirds screaming
Dark cathedrals spilling midnight on their altars
I'm your servant, my immortal
Pale and perfect, such unholy heaving
The statues close their eyes, the room is changing
Break my skin and drain me
Ancient language, speak through fingers
The awful edges where you end and I begin
Inside your mouth, I cannot see
There's catastrophe in everything I'm touching
As I sweat and crush you
And I hold your beating chambers until they beat no more
You die like angels sing
I'm a killer, cold and wrathful
Silent sleeper, I've been inside your bedroom
I've murdered half the town, left you love notes on their headstones
I'll fill the graveyards until I have you
Moonlight walking, I smell your softness
Carnivorous and lusting to track you down among the pines
I want you stuffed into my mouth
Hold you down and tear you open
Live inside you, love, I'd never hurt you
But I'll grind against your bones until our marrows mix
I will eat you slowly
[Chorus]
Oh, the horror of our love
Never so much blood pulled through my veins
Oh, the horror of our love
Never so much blood
[Verse 2]
I wake in terror, blackbirds screaming
Dark cathedrals spilling midnight on their altars
I'm your servant, my immortal
Pale and perfect, such unholy heaving
The statues close their eyes, the room is changing
Break my skin and drain me
Ancient language, speak through fingers
The awful edges where you end and I begin
Inside your mouth, I cannot see
There's catastrophe in everything I'm touching
As I sweat and crush you
And I hold your beating chambers until they beat no more
You die like angels sing
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