roses that you bring 

give to one another 

I don't know why 

they're dying for your love 



in love we sacrifice them 

how morbid, how morbid 

and now our graves surround them 

how morbid, how morbid 



the cross that killed the man 

nails driven into his hand 

cried to the sky 

am I dying for your love? 



now you kiss 

your rosary, your crucifix 

justify a murder 

you really like to bleed your martyr 



in love we sanctify them 

how morbid, how morbid 

and now our graves surround them 

how morbid, how morbid 



in love we sacrifice them 

how morbid, how morbid 

and now our graves surround them 

how morbid, how morbid