Four AM in this cold dead place
Wanna go back home to my blades
Reckless and young, happy pills of fun
Red moon ring on her finger gun
Hair in knots and grippy socks
Pick a poison from her match box
Blood from her nose and hospital clothes
Why's she so violent
When the noise is silence
Live for the suffer
Dose her up another
Why so suicidal?
On a downward spiral
Live for the suffer
Dose her up another
Five AM clocks a metronome
The lace from her shoes around her throat
All is a weapon at seventeen
The words from your friends, the books binding
The point out all her paper cuts
A music box, just wind her up
She'll dance to the song with her porcelain doll
Clean cuts with alcohol
Why's she so violent
When the noise is silence
Live for the suffer
Dose her up another
Why so suicidal?
On a downward spiral
Live for the suffer
Dose her up another
Killing Pixies - interlude Lyrics
Killing Pixies - interlude Lyrics
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Four AM in this cold dead place
Wanna go back home to my blades
Reckless and young, happy pills of fun
Red moon ring on her finger gun
Hair in knots and grippy socks
Pick a poison from her match box
Blood from her nose and hospital clothes
Why's she so violent
When the noise is silence
Live for the suffer
Dose her up another
Why so suicidal?
On a downward spiral
Live for the suffer
Dose her up another
Five AM clocks a metronome
The lace from her shoes around her throat
All is a weapon at seventeen
The words from your friends, the books binding
The point out all her paper cuts
A music box, just wind her up
She'll dance to the song with her porcelain doll
Clean cuts with alcohol
Why's she so violent
When the noise is silence
Live for the suffer
Dose her up another
Why so suicidal?
On a downward spiral
Live for the suffer
Dose her up another
Wanna go back home to my blades
Reckless and young, happy pills of fun
Red moon ring on her finger gun
Hair in knots and grippy socks
Pick a poison from her match box
Blood from her nose and hospital clothes
Why's she so violent
When the noise is silence
Live for the suffer
Dose her up another
Why so suicidal?
On a downward spiral
Live for the suffer
Dose her up another
Five AM clocks a metronome
The lace from her shoes around her throat
All is a weapon at seventeen
The words from your friends, the books binding
The point out all her paper cuts
A music box, just wind her up
She'll dance to the song with her porcelain doll
Clean cuts with alcohol
Why's she so violent
When the noise is silence
Live for the suffer
Dose her up another
Why so suicidal?
On a downward spiral
Live for the suffer
Dose her up another
Writer: Sophia Gabriel
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid