You sting me like the lash of a whip
For me, there was an end to sadness
The end to sadness was called you
Everyday and every night
Some are born to sweet misery
And everyday and every night
Some are born to bring the light
You
You were born to bring the light
You were born
To sweet the light
I'm always prepared
To give my life for you
To speak from the heart
Cry, bloody eyes
My scourging hunt reaper has left the room
After you set foot before this weary soul
If I were a cat I'd live my nine lives with you
I'm always prepared to give my life for you