Botchla

But I adore her...
But I adore her...
This will never happen

But I adore her!
That will never happen
Over my dead body?
Of course, I think about it

Burn my path, if it does...
Burn my path, if it does...

Shape my body as I feel torn
Shape my body as I feel torn, broken

And if it happens?
I'll burn and crawl deeper in my hole

Darkness always says "hello"
Darkness always says "hello"

And— your— burning—
Body— will—
Light my way!
Burning— body—
Light my way!