Burn my hands
I see bugs from the corner of my eyes
We kill what we love
Burn my hands
I see bugs from the corner of my eyes
We kill what we love
We love what we kill
Nothing ever changed
Oh, nothing ever will
At my heart is a memory of the pain
I don't need a miracle
Press will not save me again
Again!
Press will not save me again
Press will not save me again
Press will not save me again
We kill what we love
Oh, we love what we kill
Manners of the flesh
One man's is anothers
Another coward, another cripple, another savior in the life
Don't take the bliss of my sense
Press will not save me again
Press will not save me again
Press will not save me again