Fine Collector

Love is a room that I often go to And I watch my confessors bleed out I don't help. I'm no help. I'm your captor Your feelings are wealth to me Don't you know I love to watch you bleed for me? I own the key to your heart And I swear to tear you apart limb from limb This is how it's always been, dissociating I'm a fine collector of men Oh, I love to bend their will to mine Collecting butterflies... I hold them up to the light, then we fight Then little pieces of you start to die and I gaslight Until I don't remember why I don't help I'm no help. I'm your captor. Your feeling are wealth to me Don't you know I love to watch you bleed for me? I own the key to your heart and I swear to tear you apart Limb from limb This is how it's always been, dissociating I'm a fine collector of men Yeah, I love to bend their will to mine Collecting butterflies