The blood is thick, thicker than my thoughts are quick
Quicker than these thoughts turn sick, sick
Sicker than my temperature rising
Sicker than the whites of their eyes despising me
And all my lovers that I can't disguise
And I`ll never know why
The air is clear, clearer that the taste of tears
Clearer than me smell of fear
And I`m fearful for a long cold year with you
Don't you know what you do?
You give me the horrors and I give you the goo that oozes
Separate the scabs from the bruises
I turn my thoughts off and on
Off and on
Off and on
Off and on
Off and on
Off and on
Off and on
Off and on
I`m out of breath, offers me a taste of death
Equally the taste of life and I freeze to feel it
I prayed to my god and I prayed to your Jesus, oh yes
I prayed and I pleaded that I'd never go back
But I'm always going back
Cause the touch is sweet, sweeter than he touches me
Sweeter when that touch repeats, repeats
Please believe my heart spills its guts every time that you leave
Don't you know what you do?
You give me the horrors and I give you the goo that oozes
Separate the scabs from the bruises
Off and on
Off and on
Off and on
Off and on
Off and on
Off and on
Off and on
Off and on
He's gonna teach me how to live
He's gonna teach me how to live
He's gonna teach me how to live
He's gonna teach me how to live
He's gonna teach me how to live
He's gonna teach me how to live
He's gonna teach me how to live
He's gonna teach me how to live
He's gonna teach me how to live
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