When will time erase this stupid smile from my face?
I still feel you in my veins, pure and refined, while I raged
Questions are of no consequence
Humiliations are easily subsumed
In oblivion
And indifference
With a love that is malignant and true
All wrong, wrong, wrong
Wrong, wrong, wrong
I am wrong in this skin
But that’s where my need for you begins
With your nails through my hands
On the hill that I till
On the cross that I built
Crying for more, more, more
Give me more, give me more
I am your supplicant, I’m your whore
I’m unconscious on the floor
But my hand is reaching for your door
There's a shadow of your taste
And the bloodrush in my gut
No, it’s never, never enough
Why would I ever give you up?
I still feel you in my veins, pure and refined, while I raged
Questions are of no consequence
Humiliations are easily subsumed
In oblivion
And indifference
With a love that is malignant and true
All wrong, wrong, wrong
Wrong, wrong, wrong
I am wrong in this skin
But that’s where my need for you begins
With your nails through my hands
On the hill that I till
On the cross that I built
Crying for more, more, more
Give me more, give me more
I am your supplicant, I’m your whore
I’m unconscious on the floor
But my hand is reaching for your door
There's a shadow of your taste
And the bloodrush in my gut
No, it’s never, never enough
Why would I ever give you up?
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