I need you like water in my lungs,
like an IV full of air
flowing straight to the heart:
deadly.
Choke it down,
the bitter taste.
It's not so bad now, is it?
Don't try and hide from it.
I'm stalking you like your shadow,
always one foot behind the other,
always one shot behind the other.
Here's my love, baby,
right here in the barrel of this gun.
Choke it down,
the bitter taste.
It's not so bad now, is it?
Make it work, make it work,
the jolly elves in your head
are spinning that sick sweet merry-go-round tune again,
la la la la la.
Can you feel their eyes on your back
watching your evey move,
scoring you for style
and berating you for gasping air?
Picture this:
knife to the back,
one quick stab to the heart,
make it all worthwhile now.
Choke it down,
the bitter taste.
It's not so bad now, is it?
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