Southern Death Cult
The Girl
She glances ......... ... at her reflectionThere's a screw loose ..... somewhereThe air is filled with pretenseBe cautious in your actionsFor you may not make a hitWith the in crowd's shitLook around .............. look all aroundIt's time to think ..... we've had enoughAnd all good peopleWho've lost in loveShould neverLose their soulsBut never when it rains
From Letras Mania