Слова песни White Vodevil — Burial Service

It seems that i'm against
It seems that I'm against those who're against
I've got no mirror, got no friends
I've got no name
In suitable time
In a horrible place
Just forgive me 'oh, why?'
I will show you my face
I'm in love with myself
And I think that you're too
And the faster you breath
The faster I move

Come on now, yeah
I wanna fuck you
On that grave

God is sleeping
(I want your tender skin)
I'm your reaper
(Damn, is it a sin?)
Sex, blood, here comes your heart
And only sunrise will do us part

Young moon, the same old song
And our blood was made of
Rock-n'-roll
But when I'm reaching the end
I don't feel it's enough
I need more to calm down
But you're screaming 'oh, god'
I am bored of your cunt
You are tired and wet
But I want some more fun
I want you to be dead

Come on now, yeah
I gonna kill you
On that grave

God is sleeping
(I want your tender skin)
I'm your reaper
(Damn, is it a sin?)
Sex, blood, here comes your heart
And only sunrise will do us part

sex, blood, here comes your heart...