Am I still innocent Where is my self control Every other part of me feels empty This isn't fun this is necessary
You're my machine gun Pointed straight at my bed Tearing the sheets apart The love we have's defective You're my confusion Running loose in my head You turn me inside out Brutal and effective
You wear my innocence Like a cheap hotel robe You're touch is cold end empty This isn't fun this is necessary
You're my machine gun Pointed straight at my bed Tearing the sheets apart The love we have's defective You're my confusion Running loose in my head You turn me inside out Brutal and effective
You suck my soul away My nails tear deep into your flesh And pull you closer away from me This isn't fun this is necessary
You're my machine gun Pointed straight at my bed Tearing the sheets apart The love we have's defective You're my confusion Running loose in my head You turn me inside out Brutal and effective