Judas Cradle

I think they're coming to get ya The stars, the drugs It's all an election A gold cup full of tears She do the math when he disappears He smoked two hundred cigarettes She don't know how to forget the smell She don't know how to forget his name The fashion killer, painkiller, pain I think they're coming to get ya Your sad eyes, it's all an erection, I think we're just going crazy The junk Is finished and that's not amazing What do you think about my faults? The same bad things that I think about yours I love your bullshit, I love your thoughts Don't let me live with this remorse I think they're coming to get ya Your sad eyes, it's all an erection, I think we're just going crazy The junk Is finished and that's not amazing What do you think about my faults? The same bad things that I think about yours I love your bullshit, I love your thoughts Don't let me live with this remorse