The Little Death

What keeps the heart on going,
Once it is flawed and grey?
What makes the blood keep flowing?
Three words that never change,
I don't know,
Don't lose hope.

Because i'll cut your throat,
You have to know,
It's not personal,
But if i let you go,
I'll live my life alone.

What keeps the passion burning,
When you don't have a flame?
A cold machine is working,
Everything ends the same,
I don't know,
Stay so pure.

Can you show?
Can you fight?
What is wrong,
Can be right.

'cause i'll cut your throat,
'cause i'll cut your throat,
'cause i'll cut your throat.