All you want, to me, is a bleak obsession I have the marking, the intent on burning the street How many times can I ask you? How many days can I go without you? But you cut me in half Cut me in half But you cut me in half Cut me in half The tasting sees a killer The fire in my eye The heat of imposition How many days can I go without you? But you cut me in half Cut me in half But you cut me in half Cut me in half