I met the devil at seventeen
He wore a mask of your face
And we fucked downstairs
And we fucked downstairs
With love
Create yourself little insidious cells
But give me a sign
As you always turn all my pocket dreams to a waste
Come on, Shoot me
I'll only see Your steps
Your steps, Your steps
I turn the tempo to seventy-five
And roll up a fag
As the music streams to the audience
I feel like an alien
You bring chaos within a smile
Meaningless, meaningless eye ...
Come on, Shoot me
I'll only see Your steps
Your steps
Come on, Shoot me
I'll only see Your steps
Your steps
Come on, Shoot me
I'll only see Your steps
Your steps
Come on, Shoot me
I'll only see Your steps
Your steps, Your steps
Can't you see i'm alive
Can't you see i'm alive
Can't you see i'm alive
Can't you see i'm alive
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