Bring all the sinners to me
I will tear out my limbs for your feast
I promise the bleeding is fine
Let my body fill bottles of wine
Rotting, I'm wasting my youth
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
Load it in the barrel of a gun
Saccharine
Always saccharine
There’s a war in my head
That you can’t comprehend

Saccharine
Holy 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