One to lure me in
Two to calm me down
Three the fun begins
Four murder the mind
The last of my sickening thoughts
Are of you
Sleeping around
Always downtown bound
A bullet to the eye
Soft inside
I feel I am getting closer
There are signs and there are marks
Somebody is leaving notes
And someone is always waiting in the park
I feel I am getting closer
I am burning with a blinding pain
But I fear that once I get there
The story will be the same
Touch it, smooth as glass
Scratch it, leave a mark
Dig in a little deeper
Make sure you leave a scar
The images in my head were never of you
Sleeping around
Always downtown bound
A bullet to the eye
Soft inside
I feel I am getting closer
There are signs and there are marks
Somebody is leaving notes
And someone is always waiting in the park
I feel I am getting closer
I am burning with a blinding pain
But I fear that once I get there
The story will be the same
I feel I am getting closer
There are signs and there are marks
Somebody is leaving notes
And someone is always waiting in the park
I feel I am getting closer
I am burning with a blinding pain
But I fear that once I get there
The story will be the same
