Bad Love

45 Grave

Composición de: Dinah Cancer/Paul B. Cutler
To you, the deception is clear 
The time has come to realize your fear 
Hating you, as I surmise 
The pain of it all isn't worth the prize 
Loving you, isn't worth the pain 
But I've really done some stupid things 
Meeting you, was a stupid mistake 
But right there you were on the make 
Loaded with dough 
Waiting for me 
Though it was cool 
Though it was free 
I can see things 
In a different light 
Born too late 
To see things right 
To, you, here's the prize 
This gun barrel in-between your eyes 
I see you, shake with fear 
With those words, I say me dear 
Under the covers, under the light 
Cover your head with the sheets tonight 
No control, the piss runs out 
Defecation runs in my mouth 
Hating you is such fun 
Shooting darts is just half the fun 
Your blood is red, your skin is white 
Is the rope a little bit too tight 
I love you, it's the truth 
That's why I am killing you 
There is blood on your sheet I 
I bet your feel really neat 
Loaded with dough 
Waiting for me 
Though it was cool 
Though it was free 
I can see things 
In a different light 
Born too late 
To see things right
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