Am I still innocent

Where is my self control

Every other part of me feels empty

This isn't fun this is necessary



You're my machine gun

Pointed straight at my bed

Tearing the sheets apart

The love we have's defective

You're my confusion

Running loose in my head

You turn me inside out

Brutal and effective



You wear my innocence

Like a cheap hotel robe

You're touch is cold end empty

This isn't fun this is necessary



You're my machine gun

Pointed straight at my bed

Tearing the sheets apart

The love we have's defective

You're my confusion

Running loose in my head

You turn me inside out

Brutal and effective



You suck my soul away

My nails tear deep into your flesh

And pull you closer away from me

This isn't fun this is necessary



You're my machine gun

Pointed straight at my bed

Tearing the sheets apart

The love we have's defective

You're my confusion

Running loose in my head

You turn me inside out

Brutal and effective