This Blade Keeps Cutting
There is no love.
There is no hope.
There is no fucking warmth.
There is no love.
There's no love.
There is no fucking love.
This thick red blanket
that coats your skin
can't bring the end.
This blade keeps cutting.
This plague keeps killing.
This blade keeps cutting.
This plague keeps killing.
And the only way
to confirm your misery
is to destroy hose who loved you.
There is no love.
There is no love.
No fucking love (x4).
Esta hoja sigue cortando
No hay amor.
No hay esperanza.
No hay maldito calor.
No hay amor.
No hay amor.
No hay maldito amor.
Esta gruesa manta roja
que cubre tu piel
no puede traer el fin.
Esta hoja sigue cortando.
Esta plaga sigue matando.
Esta hoja sigue cortando.
Esta plaga sigue matando.
Y la única forma
de confirmar tu miseria
es destruir a quienes te amaron.
No hay amor.
No hay amor.
No hay maldito amor (x4).