Stab it in me 

Inspiration 

Got so little to hold onto 



Let me know that I would love to 

Throw some acid on top of you 



I want to be so pure 

I want to be so pure 

Cut you up and rearrange you 

I want to be so pure 



Justify the things I do 

By burning images of me and you 

I'm back again 

Back again 



Tint the mirror black and blue now 

Burn the images in petrol fumes 

I'm inside of you now 



I want to be so pure 

I want to be so pure 

Cut you up and rearrange you 

I want to be so pure 



I want to be so pure 

I want to be so pure 

Cut you up and rearrange you 

I want to be so... 



So pure... 

(etc.)