IRC-Galleria

She's scared of the blacks and she's scared of the Jews
She is walking around, she is yesterday's news
And she calls out my name in the dead of the night
She is leaving my room, she is crying on her side
I am walking on eggshells, I'm walking on glass,
And I'm burnt by the mirror, I'm burnt by the light
I'm feeling rejection, I'll burn down your house
I'm tearing down posters, I was never ever alive

Come on and I know that you want it
Was it nothing, nothing to shout about?
Jump, jump right in