Bring all the sinners to me I will tear out my limbs for your feast I promise the bleeding is fine Let my body fill bottles of wine Rotting, I'm wasting my youth Laying down like the child I knew Saccharine Always saccharine There’s a war in my head That you can’t comprehend Saccharine Always saccharine There’s a war Die A war And it’s all opulence
Oh, wisteria Like an angel To the Sun Bring it on My hysteria Load it in the barrel of a gun Saccharine Always saccharine There’s a war in my head That you can’t comprehend
Saccharine Holy saccharine There’s a war Saccharine Holy saccharine There’s a war in my head Don’t think you wanna pretend Saccharine Holy saccharine There’s a war Die
