Sugar Tastes Like Salt

Ooh, his face could melt the heart of a wax model

But not quite me, no, he's not quite mastered the human race

I put his face underwater to see how my vision will change

But it's not him that's changed, it's me, this is starting to picture

Ooh

Isolation

Room for creation

Hoo-hoo-ooh

Hoo-hoo-ooh

Sometimes I wonder, do you even realise?

Or are you just another dead beneath the eyes?

You are the perfect mix between horror and glamour

But I wonder, what will you be like tomorrow?

Isolation

Room for creation

Hoo-hoo-ooh

Ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh

Isolation

Room for creation