Words and music by Patrick Wickenden Hunter
We're here again another time another word another line the clock that runs this big
machine turns the wheel chokes back the scream the radio plays a message comes
a song that makes you want to fuck your pale white skin off which i feed sated my
diseased mouth bleeds my naked body beautiful my stupid pain my three room hell
the lights go down you close your eyes won't you be my valentine?
I dye my hair I paint my eyes I make myself a stereotype the tv colors your body
blue a memory that I can't remove of being there I can't decide your waiting face like
suicide you pulled the plug you set me free I hate you because you're better than me
your naked body beautiful my empty pain my three room hell the lights go down we
move in time won't you be my valentine? you came to me again tonight still waiting
after all this time if nothing else i want you to know I tried so hard to let this go
just once I want to make you wrong to make you weak to turn you on to pull you
down to understand to prove I'm not the way I'am. Our naked bodies beautiful my
useless pain my three room hell the lights go down this ends tonight won't you be my
valentine? my naked body beautiful my stupid rage my three room hell the lights go
out I close my eyes won't you be my valentine?