I always kill the things I love

 I always kill the things I love
story repeats with the identic people
wrapping my hand in a sort of glove
sharping, rubbing up that needle

waiting patiently for feelings to abloom
till I so slowly lay my hands on it
blood fragnancing like a good perfume
and i will watch a heart fell at my feet

this cruelty, fixed in my dna
nobody understands and never will
your universe are dreams about the LA
mine is about causing pain and thrill

mine is about raising up the hearts
than pulling all the life, last drops
it is for me like greatest of the arts
making all feelings to blood chops

and all your fake realities
that tell you I am wrong
with all these abnormalities
can fuck you all along

it not cold, not hot, you know i spit
to all these acts, and words and edges
And If to you it doesn't fit
I will just burn my bridges

Blood and steel are floating in my mind
I do and think all from above
And if I go to hell, I still won't do it right
I love to kill the things I love