Somewhere in this wishy-washy dark my violence sleeps
With eyes wide open
Gnawing bones... Hearing steps...
Serial killer, serial crisis
Chaotic numbers, chaotic viruses
Her look intoxicate me
And you know, she's wearing her best dress to commit suicide
Or maybe to ruin my life
Anyway, it's the night that she celebrates
A pin up in pills, sexy as hell...
It's my heart that she accelerates
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