,,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''