your head was no snare I could hit cause I dare you
to follow the bass of our magical race
your chest was no [bad word] I could [bad word] down to [bad word] 
to take what I need and make sure you won t bleed
oh

why are [bad word] to my door?
you know I m not yours anymore
cause my heart sounds, sounds, baby,
like a snare that s gone & the deep sound goes:
you know I have to go when you have no love to show
and your heart pounds, pounds, baby,
like the snare that's gone & the deep sound goes:

my heart was the snare you could hit anywhere
it did take everything from your love to nothing
my arms were the sticks that you held up to hit
the back of my head when I wasn t lookin
whoa-oh-oh

why are [bad word] to my door?
you know I m not yours anymore
cause my heart sounds, sounds, baby,
like a snare that s gone & the deep sound goes:
you know I have to go when you have no love to show
and your heart pounds, pounds, baby,
like the snare that's gone & the deep sound goes: