The blood is thick, thicker than my thoughts are quick
Quicker than these thoughts turn sick, sick, sicker than my temperature rising
Sicker than the whites of their eyes despising me and all my lovers that I cant disguise
And I'll never know why
The air is clear, clearer that the taste of tears
Clearer than the smell of fear and I'm fearful for a long cold year with you
Don’t you know what you do?
You give me the horrors and I give you the goo that oozes
Separate the scabs from the bruises
I turn my thoughts off and on, off and on, off and on, off and on
I'm out of breath, offers me a taste of death
Equally the taste of life and I freeze to feel it
I prayed to my God and I prayed to your Jesus, oh yes
I prayed and I pleaded that I'd never go back
But I'm always going back
Coz the touch is sweet, sweeter when he touches me
Sweeter when that touch repeats, repeats
Please believe my heart spills it's guts everytime that you leave
Don’t you know what you do?
You give me the horrors and I give you the goo that oozes
Separate the scabs from the bruises
Off and on, off and on, off and on, off and on
He's gonna teach me how to live
He's gonna teach me how to live
He's gonna teach me how to live
He's gonna teach me how to live
He's gonna teach me how to live
He's gonna teach me how to live
He's gonna teach me how to live
He's gonna teach me how to live
He's gonna teach me how to live
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