Låttexter
This kind of aching
It gets me higher
Im not mistaken
Im just a liar
I wanna be there
I wanna try it
Girl youre an angel
Girl youre a riot
I have been gutted
Of spine and spirit
I screamed so loud that
I couldnt hear it
Im more saliva
Than anything else
I am the pills and
I am the church bells
It didnt look like heaven anymore
But it tasted like God
But it tasted like God
It didnt look like heaven anymore
But it tasted like God
But it tasted like God
You are the kind of
Pain that i cant stand
Im made of concrete
Youre made of quicksand
I heard u retching
Out in the hallway
Another wishbone
Another Tuesday
Just ask the pastor
I am explosive
I am a danger
Quietly corroded
Quietly corroded
Quietly corroded
It didnt look like heaven anymore
But it tasted like God
But it tasted like God
It didnt look like heaven anymore
But it tasted like God
But it tasted like God