Tout est perdu dans la nuit, mon Coeur

Heal the wounds yourself, love. I’m only hear to help

With the blood, with the pain, with the love.

What’s the use? If it makes me wet then why ignore it?

If it makes my heart skip a beat, if my knees go weak

Well what the hell’s wrong with that?

Not a thing, pas du tout.
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We’re all looking for truth, what if mine is a bit darker than most?

I don’t believe in monsters or fairy tales or vampires. Do you?

I’m going to make you bleed and I’ll love every moment of it

But don’t you despair, mon chere, mon petit roi

My heart speaks in tongues, the moment you touch me

I’m gone.
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I can’t help that Imake lovein terms of blood and pain.

Pain suits him, suits my lovers, don’t you think?

Well, the blood is just a byproduct,

If I didn’t think it turned you on I’d try to reign myself in.

What does it mean if I want to make you bleed?

It’s only blood
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It’s only love, seulement l’amour, tout l’amour, all the love

I can give, I’ll show you how good it can be.

Don’t mourn me, I’m not a hypocrite, God’s in the blood

God pities the helpless, helps those that help themselves.

Help me help myself, darling, give me the strength of God

Turn to the night.