Whispers in the darkness

Cold lies burn like fire

Page turns slowly fading the flames of desire

Unholy flame of desire

You come crawling down upon your knees

Liar

You come crawling begging baby please

Love's death is a slow death

Is a quick death

But once it's over

Fate's hand is a cold hand

Is a sly hand is the hand on your shoulder

But now you're older

You come crawling down upon your knees

Liar

You come crawling 'cause I got what you need

Liar

You come crawling begging me baby please.