Just go on pretending that there is a happy ending
the fabric of our lives is woven from the pain that we hide
breaking me down
tare out my heart without a sound
breaking me down
tare out the useless pieaces of our lives
and take a ride in dead childrens playground

midnight I know I'm gonna break her heart
maybe its for the better
she is only happy when my hands
are red with the blood of her sin
midnight I know I'm gonna break her heart
maybe its for the better
she is only happy when my hands
are red with the blood of her sin

and I know its right
feeling comfort when they die
and I know its true
all this hate I feel for you
and I know inside my mind
you will keep comming back to life
but I know its true
I will be the death of you