helplessly stoned
 

helplessly stoned

milions of little spaced out creatures
(innocent as death)
are swarming, teeming trough my head

they've come with the one and only
purpose of confusing me
(their mistress)

and even tough I know I shouldn't
(I should fight and scream and run away)
I let myself get carried away

time
after time
after time

I know I'm weak
I know I'm freaked

(sorry for this
sorry for everything, my love)