Badlands

We'll talk, on the this drive to nowhere.
You try to fake a smile but it really doesn't suit you.
I know you have alot of questions and concerns about our road trip but
All the answers are behind us now.
They'll find them at the bottom of the stairs, in the bathtub, in bed, and splayed out on the highway.
Don't you understand my love? We need to do this to survive, to get away from all the rules, all the "No's". Who are they to say that we can't be together forever?

I know you have alot of questions as to why I killed them.
I could ask you why you let me do it in the first place, why you made an excuse for their corpses to rot in that shithole house of yours, but I won't.
All the answers are dead now, rotting in heat of this summer here.

People don't know what love is until you kill for it, and it feels better than that fresh breath of air you inhale from a near drowning.
We'll stay quiet now, on this drive to nowhere.
Feeling nothing, hearing nothing, seeing nothing.

They'll catch us after a botched car theft,
You'll become my Judas, betrayal with a kiss
I'll die while you live.
I'll burn while you think about what you've done.
I'll love you to my death, while you hate me to yours.