Out in the foyer of this manor's where I shot my lover dead
She must have known and saw it coming there,
I shot my lover dead
Like Kama Sutra, or Sinatra with a vodka kiss
I shot my lover dead
That's where I shot my lover dead
And now there's no hope
Looking with my eyes closed
Looking, but I don't know what I'm looking for
But when my patience runs out
So little patience, sister
Choose sister, choose sister
It's him or you, sister!
When my patience runs out
So little patience, sister
Choose sister, choose sister
It's him or you, and now it's
So cliche
I never wanted
So cliche
I never wore it out
Under the moonlight in the courtyard's where I lay my lover's head
She rests in several different pieces here, beneath my guilty breath
No paranoia Bad production With a pampered kiss,
I lay my lover's head, into a puzzled silhouette
And now there's no hope
Looking with my eyes closed
Looking, but I don't know what I'm looking for
When my patience runs out
So little patience, sister
Choose sister, choose sister
It's him or you, and now it's
So cliche
I never wanted
So cliche
I never wore it out
These bloody actions leave us cut up into smaller fractions
This new infection's smooth complexion was erected to resolve
Keep on breathing, keep on beating, keep on breaking my bones
Keep shaking, my bones keep shaking
Keep her breathing, keep on beating, keep on breaking my bones
Keep shaking, my bones keep shaking
And now it's so cliche
I never wanted
So cliche I never wore it out