This once, this once, this once

Are you going to run from here?
I'm dying to know if she died to me
Take it back now
Are you going to run from here?
I'm dying to know if she died to me

She is not that strange
She says goodbye some day

My black coffee fantasy never seems to bother me
In my mind I'm hoping I'll betray the sinners dance and fade away
I'll fade away

This once

Dying,
(My godess and my gods)
And the blood taste was red

Are you going to run from here?
I'm dying to know if she died to me
Take it back now
Are you going to run from time?
And die to me?

Change is not that strange
She says goodbye some day

My black coffee fantasy never seemed to bother me
In my mind I'm hoping I'll betray,
The sinners dance and fade away
I'll fade away

Press the story of stories praised,
Of love and women up above,
Layer this guilt that fits like a glove,
I say it before you heated and tickle,
Press the story of stories,
Paint with love,
The woman up above lets me wear this guilt,
That fits like a glove

I can see on my own now
Breath in the culture,
And I will take what's mine
And I will try to stay mundade

Pretending it hurts you,
I will take what's mine,
And I will try to stay mundane