Loose lips, second to none Trade an excess of trust Lost in its lust I wish I had disappeared right then Stolen by a reaper Disguised as young love Things stay strange and may always be As long as I remember their names Stolen by a reaper Disguised as young love, love, love Scrub my skin in hopes I'll never feel this filth again Never feel this filth again, oh, no Scrub my skin in hopes I'll never feel this filth again Never feel this filth again, oh, no