Scars of Love

it's kind of hard to breathe

when you talk to me about

blood and meat

about flash and sex

and silly bedroom games

watch your replicas through

shadows on the reddish walls

all over glamour lights

and silver drops

on your secret scars

I watch your little hands sliding down

just like lovely spiders

and the lipstick marks

yeah, I am fine!

defected speak is just a morning heat

you can't do it better now

but I can wait for a while

pretend coma - yeah, that's all right!

I spit the fire all over the broken walls

and the shower actions

they're flash and blood

and silver rain stuck on your eyelash

it's kind of hard to breathe

when you talking about

I watch your little hands sliding down

just like lovely spiders

and the lipstick marks

yeah, I am fine!

secret scars

scars of love

secret scars

meat and blood