I thought I felt a spark, thought I saw a flame Then something changed in you, who took the blame? My plan was foolproof as I became the fortress of your heart
Love, the kind that kills and scars Will make you kneel and crawl to hell and back The words that slit your throat Will make you think of love as the new black, as what you lack Love
The sound of letting go, the sight of youth That we all set aside, when the world was new Under the full moon, only endless rain And absence of your heart
Love, the kind that kills and scars Will make you kneel and crawl to hell and back The words that slit your throat Will make you think of love as the new black, as what you lack Love
