No sleep, you're counting those falling Turn white as a sheet in the face of the rain grown colder The wild flower waltzing, The locomotive crawling But on the wheels where the rust don't stain Your self-chosen cure is your self chosen pain No time to ride on the back of a beast such as suicide. Join me, come meet me Black lights suit you baby Too sweet, it's there for the killing Lie there at your feet, but the face in the mirror has grown older A bell's distant ringing, the scorṗion stinging Bells making noise, but your mind don't care Words screaming in like you ... there Inside, inside To the back of a train they call suicide Join me, Come meet me, you know the black light suits you baby Inside, inside To the back of a train they call suicide Join me, Come meet me, you know the black light suits you baby No time to ride on the back of a beast such as suicide. Join me, come meet me You know black lights suit you baby
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