seeing your face
i fell in love with you
but you prefer guns
over women

i hear all the same lines
you feed to everyone else
can you be honest with me?

was it wrong of me to color my hair
and make that white dress?
i wanna lay with you in the grave yard
adding my moans to the shrieks of the crying dead

i'll make a wedding dress for you
carry roses to your home
or the tomb i made for you

notice me! miidasu
i am broken because of you
cant you just look at me?

was it wrong of me to color my hair
and make that cute little dress?
i wanna lay with you in the grave yard
adding my moans to the shrieks of the crying dead

shooting blanks with my own gun
feed me your cold hard barrel
i will crumple down to the floor
take aim
yaru kudasai