Not Again
Why did God make glass
To be shattered, to hold, and to cut
Your crooked cross
Covers Your eyes
Forgot my name
Forgot where I came from
I died getting here
Make me gold, I’m waiting here
Call me the dark angel
(Don’t touch me, Don’t Trust me)
Please don’t scare
(Please keep your hands away from me)
I’d like to have a word with you
Please keep your hands away from
Please keep your hands away from me
Call me the dark angel
(Don’t touch me, Don’t Trust me)
Please don’t scare
(Please keep your hands away from me)
I’d like to have a word with you
I’d like to have my way with you
I’d like to take my time with you
I’d like to fuse my mind with you
I’d like to share my knife with you
Don’t Scare
Don’t
