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 an inch 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