I need a makeshift lover like a bullet in the head.
Thanks to them I've grown despondent.

Something about the way, something about the way you say that love can't save,
sounds like the whisper of a snake.
Wait for the right time to strike, then spit your venom.

I've [bad word] a man devoid of [bad word] in anyone who wasn't bound by blood, for  water only proves thicker in our tears.

I have never known a dream to transcend reality without a reason to retreat.
There's something about the way you say I will  never see the day when love [bad word] my only saving grace...

Beneath the moonlight, you seem so lovely.
Oh how our eyes deceive, now don't they?

I have never known a dream to transcend reality without a reason to retreat.
Something about the way you say, nothing can [bad word] this pain sounds like the devil's poison reckoning.

Spit venom.

Every wounded lover has the feeling they'll never heal.
 [bad word] romance leaves the stain of regret. 

On to the next foolish victim waiting in line to sign away their life.
On to the next foolish victim...

Take the lead, a foot on the floor - one in  the grave. 
Can't you just see we're destine to deserve  this?
Follow me, a foot on the floor - one in the grave.
Can't you see we're dancing with the devil?