I used to know this wretched girl, I made her open for me, I took her heart, And I kissed it clean, But she still kicks against me.
Are the songs my disease? Are the songs my disease?
Maybe she's creating me, Mistaken accidentally, For a girl I used to know, In darkness permanently, If I find her the perfect line, My sickness might desert me.
Are the songs my disease? Are the songs my disease?