Heart-Shaped Tumor - De/Vision

I suffer from a tumor

Here inside my chest

I gotta lay to rest

A strange kind of humor

The grin on your face

Soon leaves without a trace

Now I’m out of love

Noone can fill this heart of mine

I ran out of love

Now I’m out of Put an end to yourself

And you’ll be closer

The world is but a tumor

The cold light of day

Won’t turn the night away

Humanity’s a rumor

Unless my soul reacts

The whole world my collapse

Now I’m out of love

Noone can heat this heart of mine

I’ve run out of love

Now I’m out of