You had demons to kill within you screaming. With a gun loaded with guilt you opened their eyes. Love preys the living and praises the dead. In the heart of our hearts by death we were wed. Bleed well the soul you're about to sell for passion deranged. Kiss and tell baby we're bleeding well. Bleed well the heart you're about to fail for reasons insane. Kill and tell baby we're bleeding well'. 'In hell. 'No love lost under her will' I heard you weeping. And on those words a church was built to keep the pain in. If death is the answer to love's mysteries. Then bleed on my darling to the sound of a dream