Omen
There's no romance in the method
Put on a tourniquet to stop it
Oh, you're making out with murder
I wasn't faking, I deserve her
Roll your wiccan eyes to call 'em
The marble statues pose below me
And bring the lips about here
I wanna know what you're thinkin' bout, baby
I wanna know where you go with my friends
Open
Your wicked wiccan eyes to call 'em
The closet dresser drawers of linen
Take out the breath to stop the breathin'
In closest words; I don't deserve her
These statues posing low beneath me
It doesn't realize I'm ugly
Time for the second round
I wanna know what you're thinkin' bout, baby
I wanna know what you think of my friends
Closin'
The proper rights to find the low end
The lighter side above the oven
Effective kisses in the dungeon
Loving the buzz about you
I wanna know what you're thinkin' bout, baby
I wanna know where you go with my friends
I wanna know what you're thinkin' bout, baby
I wanna know what you think of my friends
LOVE THE TIMES WE HATE