IRC-Galleria

I want to take the bullet,
the one aimed straight for your heart.
I want to meet the wolves halfway,
and let them tear me apart.
but that's not the way they do it here.

I want to lay on the tracks,
feel hot steel screaming at me,
expose the bones on my back.
let me show you what I mean.

yeah its a different kind of love,
I want to climb barbed wire fences
and warm our hands in blood.