Drip, drip, drip
Is the sound
Of scarlet water
Falling, falling
Down from the hole
Of that wound
In your chest

Tick, tick, tick
Goes your
Biological clock
Shorter and shorter
Your last breaths

Smiling, smiling, smiling
Goes the corners of my lips
As drops of blood
Trickle onto my hands

Oh, the pain
Staining your eyes
In my heart

Can't you see
Can't you see?
This plan
Is a masterpiece

So, tell me now
Before I go
How does this feel
This pain in your soul?

I'm sorry about this
But I told you
Oh, yes
I told you
I'd come back
For my
Oh, so sweet