I 
m creeping around the circles
of friends I have inside my head
stone the witch of population
leave me there when I 
m dead
All in all we spent our days to get in trouble too
and wicked like the sun I 
m melting for the spell of you two
I
m off the shore and fade into your sea
Don
t seperate me when I suffer
Use a bit of me indeed
Don
t even stop me when I 
m on speed
All in all we spent our days to get in trouble too
wicked like the sun I
m melting for the spill of you two
but now I 
m coming through
I
ve reached the point of mass confusion
built to pick it into sand
request it to your own illusion
that
s the story and that
s the end.