The Truth Is, You Should Lie With Me

Caught you looking at my reflection

This is not the way we procreate

Give me something else than affection

Swollen suffering fantasy of hate

You're a pretty face, you should like me

I want to get used by you

Cause I'm full of hate, just excite me

I want to get bruised by you

The murder that marks you everyday

The stain in your soul won't wash away

We spit on the cross just like we're trained

We scowl and screw away the pain

(But I'm up for it if you are handsome

Let's keep that morning star burning)

You're a party boy, you should like me

I want to get used by you

Cause I'm unemployed, just to spite me

I want to get bruised by you

When you burn in hell they remind you

Of all the things you've screwed up in your life

I'll be one of them, if you're inclined to

Turn away from the ever glowing light

All I want is to see through you

If only you were alive I could trust you

But now alone in your bed we'll prove

You do not have to love to be in pain, boo

The truth is, you should lie with me