What Are You Into?
I can't sit with an angry soulMakes me sick, I can't think straightI fall apart when I think of the worldThink of the world I'm in
Once in a paper doll worldI felt the pain of a summerPorcelain skin that the sun would soon hurtSuch were the pains of my wandersPoor little girl with a sunburnPoor little girl with a sunburn
Once as the shadows drew nearBranches were cracking like fingersMy little light got caught in our fearsThose were the fears in my dream, dearAs for my trembling white fingersAs for these trembling white fingers
I can't sit with an angry soulMakes me sick, I can't think straightI fall apart when I think of the worldThink of the world I'm in
Kill her right nowYou'll regret it if you waitIt's over when it's lostSell me the secrets of love in a pint of blood
I can't sit with an angry soulI can't sit with an angry soulI can't sleep when you're angryI can't sleep when you're angryI can't sleep when you're angryI can't...
He's killed nowWe could still remakeSo wonderfulWe could be rhapsody in talking form, from now onDon't hold on, just give me something to swallowIt's best to dance while it burnsIf it must burn, if it must burn
I could be anything wonderful