It's happening more, babe.
I'm yearning for you again.
I'm so damn disgusted -
to want something so dead.

I keep kicking your corpse.
Only a hollowness remains.
Maybe one day you'll cave in,
because it drives you insane.

I want to act wisely,
with my fingers at your pulse.
But I need to feel your energy,
so I turn my brain off.

I want to dig you a grave,...