SPADE, MARYLIN MANSON...

The beauty spot was borrowed
Now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow
I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard

Burn your empty rain down on me
Whisper your death beats so softly
We bend our knees to the altar of my ego

You drained my heart, and made a spade
But there's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
But there's still traces of me in your veins

All my lilies' mouths are open, like to begging for dope and hoping
their little petal chant "We can't kick, you won't be back"

I'm a diamond that is tired of all the faces I've acquired
We secure the shadow ere, the substance fades

You drained my heart, and made a spade
But there's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
But there's still traces of me in your veins

And we said till we die
And we said till we die

You drained my heart, and made a spade
But there's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
But there's still traces of me in your veins

You drained my heart, and made a spade
But there's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
But there's still traces of me in your veins

And we said till we die
And we said till we die