Bring all the sinners to me
I will tear out my limbs for your feast
And promise the bleeding is fine
Let my body fill bottles of wine
Rotting, I'm wasting my youth
I'm laying down like the child I knew
Saccharine, always saccharine
There's a war in my head
That you can't comprehend
Saccharine, always saccharine
There's a war, die
A war
And it's all opulence, oh, wisteria
Like an angel to the sun
Bring it on, my hysteria
Loaded in the barrel of a gun
Saccharine, always saccharine
There's a war in my head
That you can't comprehend
Saccharine, always saccharine
There's a war
Saccharine, holy saccharine
There's a war in my head
Don't think you wanna pretend
Saccharine, holy saccharine
There's a war, die