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