your face is pale your body's cold, you're dead.

We walk through the doorway, heard you calling from the hall to find you in the bedroom not breathing at all I drag your body to the cellar where we lay, 
the wax it melts away, I kiss your face...Now we are starting to love you more,your body's on the canvas I painted on the floor.
Now you wait,like the drug, like the change in the pain it goes on for so long and how it hurts in the worst way, now that you're gone,it's so wrong.If I could take you somewhere, I'd take you to the darkest place,
And down below your veins run dry your vacant eyes I lost control your face is pale, your body's cold...