You're the only one who's making me come to my sinful senses. I'll never love anyone the same.

You'll never recover from that kind of devotion.

Your imperfections. I want you, and only you.

If you feel nothing, then why are you shaking?

My heart is overflowing with excitement // Oh, how lovely you are…!

Will you stay close to me?

I fall asleep whispering “I am safer alone, I am safer alone, I am safer alone”.

All of my devotion turns violent.

I will ruin you.

Until the end of me, you’ll be the death of me.

To the me of the future, are you smiling every day?

I’ll make you see, force you to be in love with me for eternity.

I will show no mercy for you, you had no mercy for me.

I’ve carved my own path, you followed your wrath, but maybe we’re both the same?

You are my heaven, the home I’ve always had looked for.

Father touched you with the hand of god— he’s gripping tighter saying “you will burn in hell!”

Even if I’m crazy, would you love me?

Please kill me, I love you!

You're my drugs and alcohol and honestly I've tried them all // My life is filled with tragedy, your lies don't help, they rescue me.

Dr. Iwamine? Did you finally get that lobotomy?

You're the only one who's making me come to my sinful senses. I'll never love anyone the same.

I don't think you're a monster, darling.

It’s difficult for me to express my feelings.

He’s got a sadness about him you only see in catholic stained glass windows.

I will ruin you.

You're my drugs and alcohol and honestly I've tried them all // My life is filled with tragedy, your lies don't help, they rescue me.

Feel me; fuck me; hurt me; love me; hate me; save me; kill me.

You collect scars because you want proof you are paying for whatever sins you’ve committed.

I think in another life I’ll find you again.

Not a god’s chosen, but a god’s cursed.

The pleasures of sin will haunt you.

I don't think you're a monster, darling.

Madness as a defense against grief.

I love you so much it’s making me dizzy, I’m in heaven!

Heaven knows a sinner needs a saint.

Not a god’s chosen, but a god’s cursed.

Hell is loving you in my sleep and waking up alone.

If you take your eyes off me I’ll leave you.

And I tell myself that it’s alright that I dream about the day I die.

because he genuinely believes he’s good for nothing but dying.

I wanted to be loved more than I wanted to be alive.

I will show no mercy for you, you had no mercy for me.

He is melancholy, he is romantic.

Will you stay close to me?

The enormity of my desire disgusts me.

I want you to need me.

It seems to me that the dead only return for love or for vengeance. Who did you come back for?

I know that it ain’t holy, but lord I need this one night only!

Losing everything really makes you only focus on painful experiences.

Hell is loving you in my sleep and waking up alone.