In the night By the light grown to dementia I’m alright It’s all the others that are clearly insane
Unturning Discerning what card to lay I’m burning Still learning to carb my ways
Pretty little Anna
I felt her heart like the start of a tribal beat As the tress grew dark at the edge of her Periphery
I am not the wolf when I don’t want to be I dreamt a life with me the hero But when the moon is full And the alcohol grips my veins Sanity hits a perfect zero
Desire Fires lick the slopes of a sick Pompeii I’m tired Holding roped the beast from its wicked ways
But I’m alright It’s all the others that are clearly insane
Pretty little Anna
Pretty little hammer Bury it away
I watched her back for the lack of a front ro Play As the sky grew black at this beauty in her Disarray
I am not the wolf when I don’t mean to be I dreamt a life with me the hero But when the moon is full And the alcohol grips my veins Sanity hits a perfect zero
Sanity hits a perfect zero when you’re around My feet don’t touch the ground
Spirited away to a distant shore Driven to a madness sweet and virginal
What sights! What right does she have to have to steal me mind Again? Those cold eyes give her away
They give her away Give her away Give her away to this passion plague