there you are, holding onto poison
gripping tight, seduced by a disease.
holding on, so naive and hopeful
your guard is down, your heart exposed, and on your knees

with hands clasped, your eyes are closed
and every breath you take is cold
you beg for hope and mercy
you beg for life in servitude

is this the love that you always wanted?
is this love the thing you need?
is this love, sin and burning hatred?
is this love or is it a disease?

there you are, waiting for approval,
desperately awaiting a reply.
all you get is silence in return
you’re used and broken once again

is this the love that you always wanted?
is this love the thing you need?
is this love, sin and burning hatred?
is this love or is it a disease?

is this the love that you always wanted?
is this love you think you need?
is this love, sin and burning hatred?
is this love or is it a disease?

there you are, thinking of the future,
holding back all the doubt and reason.
but there is nothing there for you.
you are just an empty shell.

is this the love that you always wanted?
is this love the thing you need?
is this love, sin and burning hatred?
is this love or is it a disease?

is this the love that you always wanted?
is this love you think you need?
is this love, sin and burning hatred?
is this love or is it a disease?