Hold me hard against your chest. I want to hold back. I hear your crying, and I can't do anything to stop it. I heard you whispering for forgiveness, but I'm already dead.
I'm dead.
Maybe the martyrdom erode you till your fall, the guilty for killing me make you die, too. I want it. I want your death.
But I want you, more than anything.
Count to five. Back. For seconds look at me in my eyes, I know what you beg. I know what you want. The only thing I can't give you.
Sing once more the murder song, whatch me die in your delirium.
I'm dead.
Carry that fault to your grave, and meet me on hell. That's where i'm going.
But, it's not there you are going.
Once again, count. Back, love me. In the dark hot nights, on the shine and cold days. Let me hug you. Involve you on tenderness and hate. Let the blood drain, and the fire burn.
I died for mercy. Killed me for mercy.
Killed me for love.
I Died for hate.
Loved me for two.
Loved you for two.
Hear the music sing playing from the backgroung of your heart, dark and lifeless. Look in the mirror, and see me reflect there.
Don't forget me.
I will not forget you.
Hold me harder, kiss me for the last time. Cry blood for have my own on your hands.
Remove the gun. Tear my flesh, whatc me fall.
But I did not died.
The murder song has been played.
And it was for love.
