Tired of looking sideways

But the thing's in black and white

No more

No more

Arguing my case to the mean hounds of the night

What for?

What for?

What for?

Put it in your face and let the petals fall

Cursing your family name

Let me be unhappy as the cause of it all

I'm panicked and hateful

With nothing to blame

That's a useful dream

That pretended to explain

But no more

No more

No more

Superstition in the image of

One I already believe

Easier to use, cause I made it up

To deal with the same things

Tired of looking sideways

But the thing's in black and white

What for?

What for?

What for?