the walls are painted
my eyes are of chrome
different every second
it
All the white lights falling
The blue lights are falling
Night is
It is to see a traitor go free
It is to
I have been destroyed
By the perfection that is a life
See
My prospects have become less promising
I find it hard to
she's got black hair
and she has got a black dress
she's
oh my sweet nurse
pull the curtain aside for a while
so
why have you put so many things into my eyes
that
who could call my name without regretting
who could see beyond
We had you down on your knees
We were kicking you
