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If I could just unlock the mystics of this brain Then I could kill the siren whispering my name Instead, she pulls me in across a tightrope over my grave Little does she knows that she's fuckin' with a soul I don't really wanna save Sweet oblivion, you taste so good to me I shoulda known that you were everything but free If I could just untie this knot that's coming loose Then I would quantify the squeeze for the juice Instead, I'm out here bobbin' on a wake of decimation I choose Little did I know I'm already predisposed to these quicksand blues I shoulda known it then, so I vacate your street And I get fearful now when someone younger repeats after me: Good God, holy hell I revel in this turbulence-I love to hate myself From Letras Mania