What is the noise I hear? It’s sweeter than it sounds.
Beyond the wonder years, it lies six feet underground.
Now you’re expecting me to be a mystery when
All I’ve been to you was a thrill to kill or multiply.
This time I don’t want to push it too far.
Oh no, I don’t want to push it too far.
Been so confused, out of the dead, into the blues.
Ugly as you could be, at best you hypnotize.
Where all the words you use with me could only criticize.
I’ll bathe in wet cement, so we could disconnect.
You may seem beautiful, but you’re the devil in disguise.
This won’t affect me, like you they come and go.
Living in overdrive. How was I supposed to know?