I must have died
thousand times
When I get out [bad word] the end

I saw your face from a past life
I'm ready to move on
In a futuristic casket
And you're still mine

To work it out
I'll be a hole
She crawls inside
And make my home

I saw you're face in a film tonight
I wanted to touch the screen
I'll never be [bad word] again

I saw your face in a past life
I'm ready to move on
In a futuristic casket

I saw you're face in a film tonight
I wanted to touch the screen
I'll never be [bad word] again