Broken carcasses
Hollow-beings explode to the tap of a finger on their backs
On their backs
Time to implode emptiness in stone-cold corners of their own morgues
Oh and that's why my lovers change
They switch by the seasons
And I-, I rather enjoy it than marvel at my pain like you do
Like you do
Like you do
Like you do
Like you do
You do
You do
You do
At those heart-broke souls walking aimlessly
Destroying the generic views of love
Why don't you sleep on it?
It might take you a day or two to think: this isn't quite so easy
Oh and that's why my lovers change
They switch by the seasons
And I-, I rather enjoy it than marvel at my pain like you do
Like you do
Like you do
Like you do
Like you do
You do
You do
You do
