I only walked alone
In my favorite clothes

I love you more that slicing knives
Dying birds, suicide teens
I love you in your little room
Your stockings, your high heels, your bondage
Your chelsea smile
In your secret room your costume your lipgloss
Your blood drops, Your blood drops

I love you more than crying wives
Burning flags, chopped veins
I love you in the acid rain
your mudface, Your handbag, your fur coat
Your high street style
In the night gloom, your perfume, your hot balls
Your Tanktop, your Tanktop