pull those chains when you turn me out   remind me what this life is all about   because I haven't felt pain in so long I forgot I was alive   sure in this life, the ironies can turn so cruel   but right now I'm at a loss to find one to match you      would you forgive me I'm gifted with this poison pen   silently, lividly waiting, for the ever end      the sting from your faithless kiss still rings on my bloodless lips   if at any other time a love would call you mine   come around and find some time   sure in this life the ironies can turn so true   but the sin beneath my skin means it's more than likely not me but you