The Killing Lights
Five A.M. on the bathroom floor from the night before, do you find me dreadful?
What a shame, such a sad disgrace, such a pretty face, but she’s not regretful.
Am I beautiful?
Am I usable?
It’s killing time again. (killing time again)
Put on your face and let’s pretend these killing lights won’t kill us all again.
Three A.M. on the city street, when the air is sweet, I have had my mouth full.
But it seems that outside the screen such a pretty face often will look dreadful.
Am I beautiful?
Am I usable?
It’s killing time again. (killing time again)
Put on your face and let’s pretend these killing lights won’t kill us all again.
It’s killing time again. (killing time again)
Cover your face and we’ll pretend these killing lights can’t kill us all again.
You see they always remember.
They never forget a face.
When they cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut you up,
Cut, cut, cut, cut.
(They remember)
Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut you up,
Cut you up.
It’s killing time again. (killing time again)
Put on your face and let’s pretend these killing lights won’t kill us all again.
It’s killing time again. (killing time again)
Cover your face and we’ll pretend these killing lights can’t kill us all again.
All again, all again, it’s time again.
It’s killing time.
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