Here I lay
Our embrace nearing the end
Here we lay again
The trace of lust around our faces
Love when it's getting bad
Two bodies swirling mad
When rage must fill its space
I like that
My wounds deserve a slap
Love when it's getting bad
Your fist molding its marks
Our greed has hit me hard I like that
I like when you get mad
Here I lay
It feels like it might be the end
Here we lay again
The taste of lust is filling my veins
Love when it's getting bad
Two bodies swirling mad
When rage must fill its space
I like that
My wounds deserve a slap
Love when it's getting bad
Your fist molding its marks
Our greed has hit me hard
I like that
I like when you get mad
Love when it's getting bad
Your fist molding its marks
Our greed has hit me hard
I like that
I like when you get mad
Here we lay
It feels like it might be the end
I like when you get mad
I like when you get mad
I like when you get mad
I like when you get mad