I've got a mouth like a sailor and you have hands like a thief
Cos I've seen you around snatching the hearts that you keep
And you bury them so deep, your victims won't even find
After losing their fingernails to the roughs of the soul, you are good

And now I'm wandering around with a hollowed chest
I still breathe but my shirt seems to be stained crimson red
I don't remember everything but I will never forget your pretty face
And the touch of your softest skin before a knife hit my back

At least tell me I am better than the rest
That you enjoyed it most trying to steal my last breath and it goes