So the distance and take
Have been holding their toll
Throwing us in check mate
Still, it is not from your name
But from my inner cold
I know I said I changed
But it is this primitive instinct
To kill you without distinctive
I need to have your flesh
So bloody and fresh
Here on my lips
Holding ruthlessly on my hips
I burn and I cry
For it is from the need that I die
I scream into the sky
Maybe then you would come near
So then I could have you here
To smuggle, snuggle and suffocate
That way I’ll forever have your taste
To see you there lying in bed
Knowing that you’re already dead
It feels so good, to have you
So tender, so still, so blue
