Yeah!
I hide think I'm not alive anymore
And I bite you like virus in open sore

What does compel me to hate you and be you?
I don't know why, but it lets me foresee you.

Love?
We live with loaded guns but like to feel love.
We load up our guns.

Passing your heart I just want to get the brain
Now I can hold you by display of pain.

I hide think I'm not alive any more
And I bite you like virus in open sore.
And I find you the one inside of this horde
But I try to have a chance in store.

No?
We live with loaded guns but like to feel love.
We load up our guns.

Just wasting our hope.

Love?
We live with loaded guns but like to feel love.
We load up our guns but like to feel love. (x3)