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.
and this is my gift,
is asking you to fix
my ruined hands.
and its a gift that keeps on giving,
and its a gift that keeps on giving,
and its a gift that keeps on giving,
and right now its all i have to give.
I want to lay on the tracks,
feel h