Cold Hands - The Dose

How I regret what I must do

But you’ve left me no choice

Though I still strain

I can’t recall the beauty of your fey voice

Now that I’ve heard come through the walls

A song I’ve heard many times

I must return all you gave me

In the company of swine

We had found sacred ground

Oh, we had found sacred ground

You burn down

I thought you sang so tastefully

But now I see I was wrong

Your serenade turns to filth when I leave

So, please cut the love song

How I regret what I must do

But you must be replaced

For I cannot go on suffering

Such simple and common tastes

When you met my eyes

You sang to me of passion, pain and will

When I blinked you turned away

To kiss the hand of filth

We had found sacred ground

Oh, we had found sacred ground

I’ll burn down

I thought you sang so tastefully

But now I see I was wrong

Your serenade turns to filth when I leave

So, please cut the love song

Tell me, who will hear your voice

Your song, when the smoke has cleared

And the lights are gone?

Tell me, who appears when I’m gone

I thought you sang so tastefully

But now I see I was wrong

Your serenade turns to filth when I leave

So, please cut the love song

I thought you sang so tastefully

I see I was wrong

This serenade turns to filth when I leave

So, please cut the love song, cut the love song