Twisted blood constricting under tendons Muscle masses casting liquid form As it moves through you it shakes the walls And in it there's no guilt at all I can't understand what's happening Why should the outside worry about the inside? You pretty little thing Precious little gem Don't worry about the inside Don't think so much Course after course of genetic seizure Sparks and spirals to make Intimacy just what it is Pressure's building in me Am I going to die this time? So much blood again I can feel you cutting me open Why should the outside worry about the inside? You pretty little thing Precious little gem Don't worry about the inside Don't think so much You're doing it again, you're thinking too much Its not what you wanted But you got it So precious little princess, sit on my throne Don't think so much This is love after all precious little princess, sit on my throne Don't think so much This is love after all Don't think so much Cause it's love, after all This is life after all Its what you wanted Don't think so much This is love, after all
