We're boss at denial but best at forget
Oh, that little things that kill
I'd die in your arms if you were dead too
Oh, that little, little, little
Oh, that little things that kill
Tearing at my brain again
Oh, that little, little, little
Scratch away, away, away, away, away
Going up when coming down
Oh, that little things that kill
Tearing at my brain again
Going up when coming down
The little things that kill
Addicted to love, I'm addicted to fools, shit
It's the little things that kill
Took it some questions, she does me again
Here comes a lie, we will always be true
Spinning around two howling moons
I touch your mouth, my willy is food
I kill you once, I kill you again
Little, little, little
Bigger you give, bigger you get
Tearing at my brain again
Little, little, little
Tearing at my brain again
Little, little, little
Summer is winter and you always knew
It's the little things that kill
Cupboard is empty, we really need food
'Cause they're always there whatever I do
Tearing at my brain again
We're starving and crude, welcome my friends to
Scratch away, away, away, away, away
The river is loaded, I've been there today
Here come the little things
Little, little, little
The little things that kill
