You said my hands are warm And that's probably The only part of me That stills alive All my body is now made Of cold and dead skin All my blood keeps Filling your heart My liquid love keeps feeding you And I hope Some flesh of mine Isn't touched By your liar hands So I can feel A little less unclean All my body is now made Of cold and dead skin All my blood keeps Filling your heart My liquid love keeps feeding you You, you Keeps feeding you