Chronos, Cruel Handler

Golden eyes in the bathroom Glossy, wide, tiny hands and torn up shoes Mirror of mine, now that I have you We both had so much to prove Left a mess in the kitchen Stove's too hot, the sink's too tall, so what's the use? I see it all with perfect vision You didn't have too much to lose Oh, I know you're feeling bad, still you talk that talk Do you Do you wish you took it back, is it all my fault To you? (Ah) to you Product of the past, don't you know they lied To you? They lied to you, they lied to you Ba-ba-ba, da-dum, ba-ba-ba Ba-ba-ba, da-da-da (da-da-da-da) Golden curls, smoke in the bathroom (in the bathroom) Foolish girl, hates herself but still loves you Burn the world, festering sickroom Where the good one's dying blue (all the good) All the good ones died like you I know you're feeling bad, still you talk that talk Do you (do you, do you) Do you wish you took it back? Is it all my fault To you? (Ah) to you Product of the past, don't you know they lied To you? They lied to you, they lied to you They lied to you They lied to you (ah) They lied to you They lied to you, they lied to you (Ba-ba-ba) ba-ba-ba (ba-ba-ba), ba-ba-ba Ba-ba-ba, da-da-da, da-da-da-da (ba-ba-da-da-da-da) (Ba-ba-ba) ba-ba-ba (ba-ba-ba), da-dum (ba-ba-ba), ba-ba-ba Ba-ba-ba