I am shot with a thousand arrows... Going right through my still beating heart,
Pain is all I feel... Too much pain...
But I am gland,
‘Cos you are the one shooting...
I have been pierced right through my dying heart,
The knife has rent it apart...
Pain is all I feel... Too much pain..
But I am glad,
‘Cos you are the one killing me...
My body rots,
My blood runs cold,
I am a walking corpse.
But I cannot die.
For you are the one keeping me alive...