somewhere outside there are tricks and evil holler downstairs while i drive i want to watch you buttercup comming through the fog dying of bordem, i'll try it all sixteen olive skin bound by a voice i dont want to go but i want it well at lest you fucking care dying of bordem, i'll try it all i'll be faint like a crook it looks and feels great but look at what it's doing to you but thats ok, look how it feels
