January 17, 2009 11:52 AM

Because the room starts to spin
And you are jumpin' in again
This is not what you asked for, wished for, hoped for

Dangling by a thread (Better off dead)
Peeling off an old skin with plastic lies (knives)

Bitten lips and chapped eyes
We’re burnin’ down the pyro’s HQ.

Who knew this could hurt?
You've got Novocain injections
The wires are cut and
(You) Will never make a connection

She knows it, she owns it
It’s the perfect paranoia
Stiletto footsteps
Screaming “Nice to know ya!”

We’re bringing back the photographs
And even the polygraph results
Remember the time you didn’t lie?
We should have chosen better insults

Give back the glory days
No gold, no friends, just you
Tell me how you really feel
(You’re) The fuckin’ pebble in my shoe.

Love me, breathe me
I’ll be your heroine
Protect me from this wretched world
Baby, I’ll be your favorite sin.