Have I insulted you, exceeding expectations through and through.
You lack what it takes, a back seat to me.
But I can’t regret cause it’s you that I need.
Well I guess I must be wrong, how could this be.
To turn everything around on me.
Spread out like a disease, infecting casualties.
No way to believe from the things you’ll see.
No way to secure your own destiny.
Spread your legs …
Can it be, that i’m getting to you, in your veins my bloody fingers run through.
But I can’t explain the reason for your shame.
Wrap it up in lingo, to cure your pain.
To turn, to turn, FUCK …
I don’t know why I need to feel your hands on me.
I don’t know why I hate to feel your love leave me.
