There’s a thing called lover’s suicide 
When you kill your heart just to see it die 
Rip it from its cage just to feel it dry 
Press it against her chest and you wonder why 

Onto a lover, a lover’s suicide 

There’s a thing called lover’s suicide 
When you kill your heart just to see it die 
Rip it from its cage just to feel it dry 
Press it against her chest and you wonder why 
So tempting 
Although you know at the end you won’t be standing 
How empty when your heart is left stranded 
Onto a lover, a lover’s suicide 

Tell me, write me, draw me anything that you want 
Just like your words [bad word] and leave I will be anything you want me 
Kiss me, hold me, love me or strangle me if you can’t 
I want your flesh, I want it now; I’m the settler, you’re the land 

Tell me, tell me, tell me these places you belong 
Touch me, touch me, touch me now and carry me along 
Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me tight when I’m gone 
Kill me, kill me, kill me, kill me now and bury me along 

There’s a thing called lover’s suicide 
When you kill your heart just to see it die 
Rip it from its cage just to feel it dry 
Press it against her chest and you wonder why 

Onto a lover, a lover’s suicide