InTenebrisLumen

This sick amore is really killing me
This psycamore, psycamore, psycamore...
Your frozen blood is really chilling me
A heart so sore, psycamore, psycamore...
This sick amore is really killing me
This psycamore, psycamore, psycamore...
But after all you keep on thrilling me
So I want more, I want more, I want more...

Yesterday I was
Half the man I used to be
Oh, maybe that's because
You're the other half of me
Like the spring in bloom
The summer of our love is soon
Every bird will sing
The melody of our love tune.

We've only reached the third day of our seven-day binge
And I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips
We've only reached the third day of a seven-day binge
I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips

I can't decide if you're wearing me out or wearing me well
I just feel like I'm condemned to wear someone else's hell
We've only reached the third day of our seven-day binge
I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips

I've got bullets, in the booth
Rather be your victim, than be with you
I got bullets, in the Boothe
Rather be your victim, than be with you

I've done reached the third day of a seven-day binge
I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips

I'd rather be your victim, than to be with you
Rather be your victim, than be with you