Are we high on crime,

When death just feels this fine,

In the shock of the day,

Everyone is compromised by life lies.

She’ll take another way,

She’ll take it everyday,

Pull off, she’ll cry,

Pull off, she’ll cry,

Pull off, she’ll cry,

And her faith is across on the street,

Out of sympathy, I lost my mind,

All I want is you to be the eye,

All I want is you to be mine,

And we’ll burn the stairwells with passionate words from hell, Pull off this crime,

Still the same look in your eye,

Still the same

You want to be hated,

I want to be fated in your eye.