Open fire on the needs designed, on my knees for you

(You're all morons and I feel just fine!)

Cigarettes and speed for livin', sleeping pills to feel forgiven

(And it will make you cry)

Medical language won't ever help to shape this if that mind is just as frail
as it's frame.

(And it will make you lie)

point out the obvious, tell me just how dangerous

(And if it makes you soft inside)

And if I leave, I'd be afraid of comming home

(At least you will not die)

And though I must have looked half a person,
to tell the tale, in my own version,
It was only then that I felt whole

(and you're my obssesion)

Won't anybody here just let you disappear?

( I love you to the bones)

Rather be beautiful than alive

(she looked so fine how could I tell)

caught in a psychological flu

(that deep inside she wasn't well)

scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones

(You're all morons and I feel just fine!)

I'm always on my knees for you