All I feel is you your sickness
Slowly killing me all I feed off from is you
Your weakness

Gives me life
The dry flies of your mouth
Flow directly into mine
Your coldness takes a rest
And writes a song or two
Cause, all I feel is you
Nothing but your sick strong teeth they're blue
Your weakness gives me life
My dear friend
From the underground
Where have you been?
On the moon through night and day
Yet I don't even know grain
Allowing myself to trigger these self delusions
Leaving red marks for the sake of me (in my head now)
All I feel is you
Your sickness
Slowly killing me
All I feed off from is you
Your sickness slowly killing me

Your weakness gives me life
Your weakness gives me life
Your weakness gives me life

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Writer(s): Teresa Suarez