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Lyrics

Orgy - Stitches

if you seen it, then I believe it
if I turned around
I'd grieve the special dirty things
that we used to talk about
I mean that nothing is this strange
and adored by me throughout
oh no, it's you again

some may see a violent some one
waiting for the chance to beat you
drooling on the sad to thrill you
blessing you with every kiss

tying yourself to me
stitch up my emptiness
'cause you're the death of me
so precious loving with you
tying yourself to me
stitch up my emptiness
'cause you're the death of me
so precious loving with you

you sex the patient while he needs me
your spoiled wily ways
so shocking, where's your sense?
don't you know i hate you more?
unsatisfied, you little girl

your lowly vice; Jimmy Queer
bastard love; a sick afair
let's see what new to see's you'll fetch
I mean that free fucking is strange
and adored by me throughout
oh no, it's you again
blessing you with every kiss

so Precious, you know
this kingdom mark is bloating
so Brains, you know,
I will never be the same