Empty Head

You went and put salt in my drink Now I'm cross, you've got nothing to say You give me the gun and I think I'm a mess And I need you to stay Why must I be the angry one? I won't cry, fine line between our love I can't speak, but you ask What have I done? Oh Sit outside from this ring system, cover me in dust Where magic lies with a fool's wisdom just below the cross I faction you to lay your soul on mystic death wars and To bring the songs of cherubim into your empty head And if our rapport is so sour You're a big bank and I owe you I'll take your silence as a sign You're a big shot, but who needs who? Why must I be the angry one? I won't cry, fine line between our love I can't speak, but you ask What have I done? Woah, oh Sit outside from this ring system, cover me in dust Where magic lies with a fool's wisdom just below the cross I faction you to lay your soul on mystic death wars and To bring the songs of cherubim into your empty head (Oh, oh) (Oh, oh) (Oh, oh) (Oh, oh) Sit outside from this ring system, cover me in dust Where magic lies with a fool's wisdom just below the cross I faction you to lay your soul on mystic death wars and To bring the songs of cherubim into your empty head