Ever since this began, I was blessed with a curse. And for better or for worse I was born into a hearse. I know I said my heart beats for you. I was lying girl, it beats for two. 'Cause I've got your love when I've got these vices. Take back every word I've said, ever said to you. Take back every word I've said, ever said to you. Ever since this began, I was blessed with a curse. And for better or for worse I was born into a hearse. I know I said my heart beats for you. I was lying girl. I've been lying to you... Everything I touch turns to stone, turns to stone. So wrap your arms around me, and leave me on my own
My endeavour shall be, in such future as stretches out its snowy and lilywhite arms to me before the nozh overtakes or the blood spatters its final chorus in twisted metal and smashed glass on the highroad, to not get loveted again. Which is fair speeching