Dress Up

Maybe it’s best if I kill you now
Suffering like a secret smile a kiss you blow
It’s for the best if I kill you now
We wouldn’t suffer any further it’s another murder
Maybe it’s best if I let you drown
Bury your corpse a secret drug wishful thinking
Let me fuck you

There never was love or compassion in our fucking
I did it because you were willing and I was needy
There never was empathy or desire in our fucking
It’s just that my life is painted black and I can’t seem to see
This game is going too far, thing’s are going too far
Dress up and be ready for your funeral
Dress up and be ready for our final farewell

Maybe it’s best if I cut your throat now,
Now that you’re lying beneath me and writhing under my touch
Maybe it’s best if I fuck you ’till you’re unconscious,
And drug you the way I drug myself everyday
Cause if it can’t be remembered, it never happened
If it can’t be remembered, it never happened
It never happened, it never happened

There were no motives in our fucking
I did it because you were willing and I needed someone to hold
There never was any feeling in our burning kisses
We did it because we both were lonely and drunk
Things have gone too far, if I take back what I said the other night
Would you believe me tomorrow and the day after it?
Dress up and be ready for our funeral
Dress up and be ready for our farewell
One last thrust before I let you fall
Like a piece of garbage I always hated