The cold crashes in so suddenly
I was always living half dead, I was never free
Now right and wrong is but a mystery
I’m all fucked up
Bitch why won’t you look at me?
In this world I’m God
So can’t you see I want you to be a part of it?
Are you all alone?
Who will miss you when you're gone?
Tell your pretty little eyes who’s in charge of these parts
You’ve got something I want
You can say that you don’t want it
But you can’t stop my eyes burning holes in your clothes
They’re like a bullet heading straight through your skull
Yeah I’m fucking in the head
I’m already dead and you’re next
You’re so pretty walking all alone
The next piece to add to my collection
You’ve been living the wrong way
I’m the sun, you’re the moon
Let Good Apollo destroy you
And consume your brain