Into the cold
Into the pouring rain
Never to be seen again
Were [bad word] and broken
I dont care
Cause the tears that smear your makeup
Make you beautiful
To cupids poison arrows

Our bodies keep sweating
Weve got the perfect weapon
Our bodies keep sweating
Weve got the perfect weapon
Weve got the perfect weapon

I shiver and shake like a rattle
More high [bad word] than a gallows
And if I wake up tomorrow
Theres no stopping me
Because theres a cure and its more
And these cold sweats simply salt the earth
In a doctrinaires dogmatic
Pitch black past

Our bodies keep sweating
Weve got the perfect weapon
Our bodies keep sweating
Weve got the perfect weapon
Weve got the perfect weapon

Oh but its not all just
Snake oil and smoke and mirrors
Cause Ive Stalind your face
From the photographs

Our bodies keep sweating
Weve got the perfect weapon