Our sorrows weep thicker than thorns, like my heart, so black filled with remorse, for that blade, that I'll never get back.. Its a razor blade romance Oh sweet blood will sing, you'll tempt my flesh with the blade but go to fast and I'll be dead.. My cuts run too deep, to feel anything more; than love for the pain and a lust for the love.. Its a razor blade romance Oh sweet blood will sing, you'll tempt my flesh with the blade but go to fast and I'll be dead.. Now...Upon our lovers bed, soaked in a crimson sea, we feel the passions of our love, and the brutailty, our faces scrapped of its once lovliness.. Blood like beauty is only skin deep Its a razor blade romance, Its only skin deep.. Our scars will burn But go to fast and I'll be dead