He wanted to feel the changing He needed to feel the changing And though the high one spoke He chose to be a box He chose to be a box, a box, a box
Virgin hurts are breaking open Changing change me Fixer fix her
She wanted to love the changing She needed the love of the changing
And we’ll fix them all the same It’s the hate of being loved And the loving of hate And the discussed at their fate And the lying in wait It’s the fucking they crave Ones the box once the spade And we’ll fix them all the same
Virgin hurts are breaking open Changing change me Fixer fix her
Ly down
And her arms were held down And her eyes were all white And the room was so cold And the room was so bright And the words that she spoke Though her mouth was taped shut There’s a stain on our souls It was a stain in our lives You’re such a beautiful lie
Virgin hurts are breaking open Changing change me Fixer fix her
Now we’ll fix them all the same We’ll fix them all the same We’ll fix you