All i feel is you your sickness.
Slowly killing me all i feed off from is you.
The dry flies of your mouth.
Your coldness takes a rest.
And writes a song or two.
Cause, all i feel is you.
Nothing but your sick strong teeth they′re blue.
Your weakness gives me life.
On the moon through night and day.
Yet i don't even know grain.
Allowing myself to trigger these self delusions.
Leaving red marks for the sake of me (in my head now).
All i feed off from is you.
Your sickness slowly killing me.
Your weakness gives me life.
Your weakness gives me life.
Your weakness gives me life