Stitches — Orgy
if it stayed i'd never leave it if that turned around i'd grieve the special dirty things that we used to talk about
i mean that loving you is strange and adored by me throughout, oh no its you again
someday soon you'll find that someone waiting for the chance to beat you drooling on the set to feel you, blessing you with every kiss
Chorus
tying yourself to me stitch up my emptiness 'cause you're the death of me so precious; loving the thrill
such the patient one who needs me the spoiled one who wins so shocking where's your sense don't you know i hate you so unsatisfied, you little girl
chorus
rolling dice and seeming queer bastard love a sick affair let's see what new disease you'll fetch, i mean that fucking you is strange and adored by me throughout oh it's you again blessing you with every kiss
so precious you know this hate of mine exploded i'm so deranged you know i will never be the same