Close your eyes, abomination

Craving hearts, and vicious eyes

Watch that talk, and conversations

Sick of faces, tired of lies

Keep your hands off me

Keep your hands off me

It's a backlash from a heart attack

It's a backlash from the dead of night

It's a backlash from a gucci lantern?

It's a backlash from a heart attack

Bodies wrapped in leather

Bodies wrapped in lace

Bodies wrapped in broken glass

And bodies out of place

Autumn man is lonliness

And hate the last resort

Love wiped off this stupid grin

And grow your spinal cord

Is this me

Or is it circumstance

Is this me

Or is it circumstance

It's a backlash from a heart attack

It's a backlash from the dead of night

It's a backlash from a gucci lantеrn?

It's a backlash from a heart attack

Pictures of seduction

Picturеs of deceit

Pictures of humiliation

Torturizing me

To your seat

Your seat

Is this me

Or is it circumstance

Is this me

Or is it circumstance

It's a backlash from a heart attack

It's a backlash from the dead of night

It's a backlash from a gucci lantern?

It's a backlash from a heart attack

It's a backlash from a heart attack

It's a backlash from the dead of night

It's a backlash from a gucci lantern?

It's a backlash from a heart attack

Is this me

Or is it circumstance

Is this me

Or is it circumstance

It's a backlash from a heart attack

It's a backlash from the dead of night

It's a backlash from a gucci lantern?

It's a backlash from a heart attack