We’re running in circles around these quick-fix satisfactions. I have been numb for days on end, but I still feel fascination. I’m trading hours for minutes, but that’s the price you pay to get a fix. My ego’s on high; I’ve lost my mind to get a hit.
We should have remained strangers, but you are the most beautiful danger.
I’m breaking all my commitments except for the one I’ve made to you now. Everyone’s a fucking hypocrite; I guarantee they couldn’t turn you down.
They’ve told me that I’m unrecognizable from the person I used to be.
Hallelujah; I’m no longer the one who hates me.
One after the other; give me another day of night. Show me what cannot be seen in the light. Life within the dead of night until you decide to bleed me dry.