,,he cuts into our palms
drops our blood into the lake
we stand on the bridge and give ourselves away
i can be good, i can be true
you know i dont love anyone, but i love you''
,,the chapel is full of crosses and bouquets
we pray to the wax bride
and her violet vericose veins
kiss me with forever where only death remains
i can be good, i can be true
you know i dont love anyone, but i love you''