A perfect world A mute atrocity You're little girl from a university Counting my blades, counting my fingers How many motherfuckers in this room are sinners?
Hello, change!
Delicious meds, flavored therapy Serating love into static melody Counting my knifes, spinning my fires How many detractors within this room are liars
From a new york streets To the back of the seats To a yellow cab, be discreet I love the way you wanna hate me
Trick or toxic treats Sweet or sour venom I wake up in make up And now its time to get them
I love the way you wanna hate me I love the way you wanna hate so go
There's a fine line of authority I understand how i could go blind I cannot see
Casual TV A TV causality Searching for hidden messages subconsciously Sounting my blades, counting my fingers How many motherfuckers in this room are sinners?