You had demons to kill within you, screaming.
With a gun loaded with guilt, you opened their eyes.

Love preys the living and praises the dead.
In the heart of our hearts, by death we were wed.

Bleed well, the soul you're about to sell for passion deranged.
Kiss and tell, baby, we're bleeding well.
Bleed well, the heart you're about to fail for reasons insane.
Kill and tell, baby, we're bleeding well.
In hell.

'No love lost under her will', I heard you weeping,
and on those words, a church was built to keep the pain in.

If death is the answer to love's mysteries,
then bleed on, my darling, to the sound of a dream.

Bleed well, the soul you're about to sell for passion deranged.
Kiss and tell, baby, we're bleeding well.
Bleed well, the heart you're about to fail for reasons insane.
Kill and tell, baby, we're bleeding well.
In hell.

Bleed well, the soul you're about to sell for passion deranged.
Kiss and tell, baby, we're bleeding well.
Bleed well, the heart you're about to fail for reasons insane.
Kill and tell, baby, we're bleeding well.
In hell.