Looking like the only one as if I could be rational
Holy as a lonely nun giving me confessional
Sacred as a sacrement tasting like a fish pie
Making like you're taking off acting like you're telling why
Laying like a land mine hit me like a freight train
I must have mainlined your love hallucination

Wailing like a banshee asking for it out loud
Wrapping me like a sheet floating like a dust cloud
Hanging like a bad cough sounding like a white lie
Twisting like a whirlwind all around my sore eyes
Laying like a land mine hit me like a freight train
I must have mainlined the vision in your lonely eyes
of the fire that never dies hormone madness in my brain
anasthetic for my pain your love hallucination

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