Stab it in me
Inspiration
Got so little to hold onto
Let me know that I would love to
Throw some acid on top of you
I want to be so pure
I want to be so pure
Cut you up and rearrange you
I want to be so pure
Justify the things I do
By burning images of me and you
I'm back again
Back again
Tint the mirror black and blue now
Burn the images in petrol fumes
I'm inside of you now
I want to be so pure
I want to be so pure
Cut you up and rearrange you
I want to be so pure
I want to be so pure
I want to be so pure
Cut you up and rearrange you
I want to be so...
So pure...
(Etc.)
