Sugar-Coated Terror
I'm just a beggar
Addicted to your
Sugar-coated terror
Cruelty in that smile
Satan in black leather
Forlorn like a nun in porn
We're stained with denial
Baptised in scorn, but always in style
We're so exquisitely vile
These scars on my heart
These scars on my heart
Are a map that leads right back to you
These scars on my heart
These scars on my heart
Are a map that leads right back to you
You were caught with your fingers in Pandora's Box
But no-one bothered to changе the locks
Now the predator needs to bе fed
You turn me on like a gun to my head
These scars on my heart
These scars on my heart
Are a map that leads right back to you
These scars on my heart
These scars on my heart
Are a map that leads right back to you
I can't think about anybody else
When I think about you I...
I cut myself
These scars on my heart
These scars on my heart
Are a map that leads right back to you
These scars on my heart
These scars on my heart
Are a map that leads right back to you
These scars on my heart
These scars on my heart
These scars on my heart
It leads
It leads
It leads right back to you
These scars on my heart
A map, it leads right back to you