Little lover look into my eyesnThe only things that make you wanna die.nAnd oh you willnAnd little songs and other things are gonenInsane, I’m sure there’s never been a onenAnd all the whispers in your dreamnit’s on your waking face, a morning you will no more sink in sorrow.nnLed me to rot…nnAnd I don’t buy what you’re selling men…and things are killing menBut I’m on top of it. nnLittle lover look into my eyesnThe only things that make you wanna die.nAnd oh you willnAnd little songs and other things are gonenInsane, I’m sure there’s never been a onenAnd all the whispers in your dreamnit’s on your waking face a morning you will no more sink in sorrow.nnFight the fevernBurn like firen…..nnAnd I don’t buy what you’re selling men…and things are killing menBut I’m on top of it. nnLittle girls laugh at a gonSo I go just like animal and bite nailsnWill I leave and let yourself to scream and I holdnnRun away. You’re in the devil’s kitchennnI don’t buy, I don’t buy what you’re selling men…and things are killing menBut I’m on top of it. nnThe body, the body the body of death.