Diary Of a Masochist
The Requiem
Bleed for me
Hanging like a marionette
Playing with the strings on your wrists
Haunted by a silhouette
Wearing out your skin, she said
Cut me up
Feed the need within, my blood is begging for your love
Give me more
Satiate the thirst for hurt my heart is dying for
Morbidity suits you so well, my dear
Far better than that dress
You and I were born with tragedy inside our veins
In death, we trust, in trust, we cheat
'Cause we're oh so vain, she said
Cut me up
Feed the need within, my blood is begging for your love
Give me more
Satiate the thirst for hurt my heart is dying for
Endless gore
Nothing that you'll ever do will ever be enough (be enough)
Stain my memory
Like a dying bird against the window pane
Stay forever by my side
Stitched together when we die
(Cut me up)
Feed the need within, my blood is begging for your love
Give me more
Satiate the thirst for hurt my heart is dying for
Endless gore
Nothing that you'll ever do will ever be enough (be enough)