The Ghost Of Saint Valentine Songtext / Lyric

Oh, pain

I'm doing bad

I'm getting answers to some questions

That I never should have asked

And it's getting old

It's decomposing fact

'Cause when I thought it couldn't get much worse

Life stabbed me in the back



I'd rather face the gallows

'Cause nothing matters

And I'll just change my name



There is no love just appetite

And its consequences keep you up at night

Your appetite is lust at best

And it's up to us to figure out the rest






I thought that I

Was working towards the truth

Thought if I waited long enough

I'd put this passion to your use

And in a flash

Cut to me with head in hands

In a fight without a cause, I am a wounded veteran



I'd rather face the gallows

'Cause nothing matters

And I'll just change my name



There is no love just appetite

And its consequences keep you up at night

Your appetite is lust at best

And it's up to us to figure out the rest



It's not right now to lose control the way I do

(I am a slave to this)

(I am a masochist)

This one's got whiskers, it's as old as ice, it's nothing new

(I am a slave to this)

(I am a masochist)



I'd rather face the gallows

'Cause nothing matters

And I'll just change my name



There is no love just appetite

And its consequences keep you up at night

Well, appetite is lust at best

And it's up to us to figure out the rest



And it's up to us to figure out the rest



And it's up to us to figure out the rest