Vārdi: Falling Out. Anatomy Of A Gun. A Bitter Romance.

A stream of lights cuts through the darker shades of black and blue
Only to reveal the dying figures of the two.
With the signatures of blood washed away from their love,
Only memories remain, replaced by scars to ease the pain...

The lack of warmth that he can taste, the bitter cold he can't embrace
Where their arms were tightly rapped, letting go and holding back.
And he wants to feel the warmest warmth of her lips against his lips
Her gentle touch upon his hips, her press her body close to his...
He begs and pleads to pour this gasoline upon his head
Light the match and burn him up.

A stream of lights cuts through the darker shades of black and blue
Only to reveal the dying figures of the two.
With the signatures of blood washed away from their love,
Only memories remain, replaced by scars to ease the pain...

As the night burns bright, the scent of burning flesh
Creates an ambiance of romance to the lover and his killer
So he knows that it is over, that he can't take it much longer,
Replaced with the fragrance and aroma of his burning flesh and hair
He begs and pleads to pour this gasoline upon his head
Light the match and burn him up. Sacrifice his love for her,
Kill him quickly
So the eyes can see the tragedy that longs to be.
Before the two were meant to be.
Before the two found love