Can you hear this sound
Traveling the world
Armed with a knife
Searching for new throats
It's me
Screaming out to the burning souls
So run to tell everybody
This is your song
Oh, swettie
Can you see the blood around our bed?
Can you feel the cyanide coming up to your head?
I want to know...
If you will keep using my life as a drum
Just beating and beating in my head
With your lies
With your kiss
With lips
With your eyes
I want to know it fast!
You have to breath slow
Until I know that i have to go away
You have to breath slow 'till i know
That I have to go away
Can you see the blood around our bed?
Can you feel the cyanide coming up to your head?
I want to know...
If you will keep using my life as a drum
Just beating and beating in my head
With your lies
With your kiss
With lips
With your eyes
I want to know it fast!