As your bony fingers close around me, long and spindly, death becomes me, heaven can you see what I see? Hey, you pale and sickly child, your death and living wreckons, I've been walking home a crooked mile. Pain, death to cover your body for a living, what you take won't kill you but care for what you're giving. Can you feel a little love? Can you feel a little love? Dream on, dream on. There's no time for hesitating, pain is ready, pain is waiting, primed to do its educating. I'm wanted, uninvited, can it creeps beneath your crawling skin? It lives without, it lives within you. Feel the fever coming, you're shaking and twitching, you can scratch all over but that won't stop you itching. Can you feel a little love? Can you feel a little love? Dream on, dream on. Mmmh, mmmh, mmmh. Blame it on your karmic curse or shame upon the universe, it knows its lines as well rehearsed. It sucked you in, it dragged you down to where there is no hallowed ground, where holiness is never found. Pain, death to cover your body for a living, what you take won't kill you but care for what you're giving. Can you feel a little love? Can you feel a little love? Dream on, dream on. Can you feel a little love? Can you feel a little love? Dream on, dream on. Mmmh, mmmh, mmmh. Dream on, dream on.