The Truth Is

Caught you lookin' at my reflection. This is not the way we procreate.
Give me something else than affection. Swollen suffering fantasy of hate.
You're a pretty face, you should like me. I want to get used by you.
'Cause I'm full of hate, just excite me. I want to get bruised by you.
The murder that marks you everyday. The stain in your soul won't wash away.
We spit on the cross just like we're trained.
We scowl and screw away the pain.
But I'm up for it if you are, handsome. Let's keep this morning star burning.
You're a party boy, you should like me. I want to get used by you.
'Cause I'm unemployed, just to spite me. I want to get bruised by you.
When you burn in hell they remind you of all the things you screwed up in your life. I'll be one of them if you're inclined to turn away from the everglowing light. All I want is to see through you. If only you were alive, I could trust you. But now alone in your bed we'll prove you do not have to be in love to be in pain, boo.
The truth is, you should lie with me.