First and only track in the Love the Dead EP. After the Cannibal Holocaust incident, I'm not sure I want to watch this one. But it sure is on my bucket list. The instrumentals are beautiful.
Transcribed lyrics by me:
We are a match made in hell
Though it's harder to tell
Now than before
And history
Can only repeat itself so many times
Now you're paying for crimes
You're not responsible for, my love
I mean it when I say
That leaving you
Is the hardest thing I will ever do
But being with you
I might as well love the dead
Killing you
The hardest thing I will ever do
But keeping you
I might as well love the dead
I find it hard to pretend
You and I have no end
When clearly we do
It's true, because someone's in here with us
At the end of your bed
And the things you call dead
Haven't yet had the chance to be born
Therefore I'll see you in the past life
I'm leaving you
The hardest thing I will ever do
But being with you
I might as well love the dead instead
Killing you
The hardest thing I will ever do
But keeping you
Sleeping with you
Weeping over you
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