I missed your heart by a one shot.

I missed your smile just by one bite.

I kissed my insides and devoured my heart -
you see, the fools in love do have an apetite. 

Never go to the bed before the marriage of blood
and never drink or get laid after sunrise. 

It's the undead part in our system
you will learn to know
that concours the willing,
does the killing.

Tastes like the ashes.

Loves hard 
(it's sins.)