You've got it good
You're [bad word] to everyone
You get their feelings
And you shake them 'til you're all alone
You had the time
You had the motive now
Pretend it hurts and [bad word] to you from miles around

Dressed to kill
By the hands that never will
Looks appeal
To what the feelings don't reveal.

And I can't penetrate the lies
But the damage you do
Is written across your eyes
So don't say you love me
And I can't delegate the blame
But it [bad word] out sounding just the same.
So don't try to touch me.

You turn them on
You switch it off again
stream of lovers hanging rotting at your door again.
You pull the strings
You've had them dance for you.
You build them up
'til they think they've got a bone to chew.

You steal to live
From the hands that never give
Look within
Through the doors that don't cave in.

And I can't penetrate the lies
But the damage you do
Is written across your eyes
So don't say you love me
And I can't delegate the blame
But it [bad word] out sounding just the same.
So don't try to touch me.

(The words you said just broke in two)

And I can't penetrate the lies
But the damage you do
Is written across your eyes
So don't say you love me
And I can't delegate the blame
But it [bad word] out sounding just the same.
So don't try to touch me.

(Is it somehow rewarding, or some kind of warning?)