I've got the feeling that we're going under
I need a halt, stop, shatters of glass
back in my mind I could feel the rapture
they've got a list and they can hear you laugh
I've got a hole in my side and the radio complains
headless roaming, sitting seedless in my maze

biting all my time, cruise control
wait for the radio to take me home

hey little cherry come and suck the pavement
black cough drops and blasphemy
needles and holes say you don't need to love me
unless mistaken for a prodigy
I've got a hole in my face and the radio complains
headless roaming, sitting seedless in my maze

biting all my time, cruise control
wait for the radio to take me home

biting all my time, cruise control
wait for the radio to take me home