There's a boy
And you love her and you know that it's right
You tell her you're sorry
That you can't eat her whole heart in one night
Her whole heart in one night
And there's a hole in a window
In a room in your house
Which you choose to crawl through
When you have to go
Home
And there are three lovers
So happy together
You beg at your power
That they kill them slower
But they will not comply
God would rather watch you die
Tap on the glass because he knows that you're in there
Knock on the door because he knows that you're in there
Burn down my house because he knows that I live there
There's a boy
And he'll pray
That she breaks your heart
There're things that are binding
It's best that we part
There are things I know
There's things you deserve
You can't tell your mother
She'll think you're disturbed, but
You are, you are, you are
Paint the walls inside my house
With bloody lips and venom mouth
Legs collapse beside my bed
Hold your hands above your head
Leave that sorry boy alone
Salt to earth and milk to bone
But they will not comply
God would rather watch you die
Then tap on the glass because he knows that you're in there
Knock on the door because he knows that you're in there
Burn down my house because he knows that I live there