Shame on my baby. Shame on the lie. What words could complicate our lives? Little lies, like how you stood here waiting, Like how without me you'd have died, Like how the fault of the law is That God knows we're the killing kind. I took you for your nature. You took me for my hide and stripped me of my virtue. The whole thing made me wild, But you're the calmest creature upon whom I've relied. O, I never would've took you for the killing kind. No, I never would've took you for the killing kind. So go ahead and lay here, just lay right down and cry. The rain above, it made you, It brought you from on high and it washed away my wisdom, Dissolving wrong and right and exposed All that I fear the most to the killing kind. Aw, it exposed all that I fear the most to the killing kind. I see you hesitating from the corner of my eye. We know the world ain't waiting, so why are you and I? But your appetite's degrading, and I'm lessened by each bite, While I wait and watch the world whet the taste of the killing kind. While I wait and watch the world whet the taste of the killing kind. While I wait and watch the world whet the taste of the killing kind.