Give away your love and then remove another tomb
Painted words adorn the walls, echoing [bad word] I feel cold... 

Promises abound, you rarely find it to begin
Maybe I'm afraid to let you all the way in
I guess so... 

I excuse myself
I'm used to my little cell
I amuse myself
In my very own private [bad word] 
I excuse myself
I'm used to my little cell
I amuse myself
In my very own private [bad word] 
Lately I'm beside myself, pretending unconcerned
Standing at a corner where I threw you on a turn
I'll move on... 

Flowers on a cross remain, marking an ending scene [bad word] it all if blood you spill, turn the grass more green
Life is short... 

I excuse myself
I'm used to my little cell
I amuse myself
In my very own private [bad word] 
I amuse myself
In my very own private [bad word]