It never happened, never will
It's not a memory
There's no way
I'm walking this railings edgeJust to feel this goodAnd freaky
Quarter slot, the pictures hot
You can be so damn ugly
Flickering
I want I want I wanted to...You came to grind
Who better than me
Fall into be seen
Draw fire and then
Pray
You came to rape me of my intellect
I gave you
Close your eyes, your Christ has come
The crippled boy that
I came screaming down the highway
Looking for a place to