no sleep, your countenance fallen
turned white as a sheet
in the face of the rain growing colder
the wallflower waltzing
locomotive crawling
blood on the wheels where the rust don't stain
your self chosen cure is your self chosen pain
no time to ride
on the back of a beast such as suicide
johnny come lately
the black light suits you baby
too sweet
it's there for the killing
laying there at your feet
but the face in the mirror's grown older
a bell distant ringing
a scorá¹—ion stinging
the wheel's making noise
but your mind don't care
the world screaming in like you're not even there
inside, inside
to the back of a train they call suicide
join me,
come meet me, you know the black light suits you baby
you slide inside
to the back of a train they call suicide
johnny come lately
you know the black light suits you baby
no sleep, your countenance fallen turned white as a sheet in the face of the rain growing colder the wallflower waltzing locomotive crawling blood on the wheels where the rust don't stain your self chosen cure is your self chosen pain
no time to ride on the back of a beast such as suicide johnny come lately the black light suits you baby
too sweet it's there for the killing laying there at your feet but the face in the mirror's grown older a bell distant ringing a scorá¹—ion stinging the wheel's making noise but your mind don't care the world screaming in like you're not even there inside, inside to the back of a train they call suicide join me, come meet me, you know the black light suits you baby
you slide inside to the back of a train they call suicide johnny come lately you know the black light suits you baby