Sheetkickers

Cover your eyes, the light is too bright

Your wise men, they tell you lies

And what's worse, they curse

But still I love the bite

Likes flies or maybe mothmen

As they're attracted to the light, they realize

The night has come to baptize

And they will finally realize

And what's worse, it hurts

But still they love the bite

And I would like to die with you

I'd like to try but I'm not suicide

And I would like to kill you

But that would suit you fine, I realize

And I will not disgrace myself

By chasing you around to pull you back

And I will not give in and let you win

You win before the fight begins, but it's okay

I'm over you

I'm over you

I'm over you

I'm over you

Cover your eyes, the light is too bright