perfect world
mute atrocity
You're little girl from a university
Counting my blades, counting my fingers
How many [bad word] in this room are sinners?

Hello, change!

Delicious meds, flavored therapy
Serating love into static melody
Counting my knifes, spinning my fires
How many detractors within this room are liars

From a new york streets 
To the back of the seats
To a yellow cab, be discreet
I love the way you wanna hate me

Trick or toxic treats
Sweet or sour venom
I wake up in make up 
And now its time to get them

I love the way you wanna hate me
I love the way you wanna hate so go

There's a fine line of authority
I understand how i could go blind
I cannot see

Casual TV
TV causality
Searching for hidden messages subconsciously 
Sounting my blades, counting my fingers
How many [bad word] in this room are sinners?