Am I still innocent?
Where is my self control?
Every other part of me feels empty
This isn't fun, this is necessary

You're my machine gun
Pointed straight at my bed
Tearing the sheets apart
The love we have's defective
You're my confusion
Running loose in my head
You turn me inside out
Brutal and effective

You wear my innocence
Like a cheap hotel robe
Your touch is cold and empty
This isn't fun, this is necessary

You're my machine gun
Pointed straight at my bed
Tearing the sheets apart
The love we have's defective
You're my confusion
Running loose in my head
You turn me inside out
Brutal and effective

You suck my soul away
My nails tear deep into your flesh
And pull you closer away from me
This isn't fun, this is necessary

You're my machine gun
Pointed straight at my bed
Tearing the sheets apart
The love we have's defective
You're my confusion
Running loose in my head
You turn me inside out
Brutal and effective 

You're my machine gun...