There's a boy And you love her and you know that it's right You tell her you're sorry That you can't eat her whole heart in one night Her whole heart in one night And there's a hole in a window In a room in your house Which you choose to crawl through When you have to go Home And there are three lovers So happy together You beg at your power That they kill them slower But they will not comply God would rather watch you die Tap on the glass because he knows that you're in there Knock on the door because he knows that you're in there Burn down my house because he knows that I live there There's a boy And he'll pray That she breaks your heart There're things that are binding It's best that we part There are things I know There's things you deserve You can't tell your mother She'll think you're disturbed, but You are, you are, you are Paint the walls inside my house With bloody lips and venom mouth Legs collapse beside my bed Hold your hands above your head Leave that sorry boy alone Salt to earth and milk to bone But they will not comply God would rather watch you die Then tap on the glass because he knows that you're in there Knock on the door because he knows that you're in there Burn down my house because he knows that I live there