Little lover look into my eyes
The only things that make you wanna die
And, oh, you will
And little songs and other things are gone
Insane, I'm sure there's never been a one
And all the whispers in your dreams
It's on your waking face
At morning you will no more sink in sorrow
Left me to rot
*Indescribable*
And I don't buy what you're selling me
The innocent in things things are killing me
But I'm on top of it
And I don't buy what you're selling me
The innocent in things things are killing me
But I'm on top of it
Little lover look into my eyes
The only things that make you wanna die
And, oh, you will
And little songs and other things are gone
Insane, I'm sure there's never been a one
And all the whispers in your dream
It's on your waking face
At morning you will no more sink in sorrow
Righteous fever
Burn like fire
Devouring until there's simply not a *indiscernible*
And I don't buy what you're selling me
The innocent in things things are killing me
But I'm on top of it
And I don't buy what you're selling me
The innocent in things things are killing me
But I'm on top of it
Little girls laugh at and go
So alone just like anybody's
Will I leave and let yourself to scream and I hold on
Run away, run away, you're in - devil's kitchen
Run away, run away, you're in - devil's kitchen
Run away, run away, you're in - devil's kitchen
Run away, run away...
'n' I don't buy, I don't buy
What you're selling me
The innocent in things things is killing me
But I'm on top of it
And I don't buy what you're selling me
The innocent in things things is killing me
But I'm on top of it
The body, the body, the body of death (x7)
