Inhale fumes to worship you
In a sacred place this living room
Oh my god how could this be?
Another pure celebrity
Your head is hit cracked with a bloody bat
The spirit leaves and never comes back
Tangerine on your lips
You always make it bleed
Tangerine on your lips
You always make it sweet
The candle's lit and now I see
All the dead rotting underneath
how could I be so naive?
To idolize a fantasy
Your head is hit cracked with a bloody bat
The spirit leaves and never comes back
Don't need her warmth
Cause I'm sleeping with my phone on
Smoke and memories
Beside the moment
Don't eavesdrop with...
Tangerine on your lips
You always make it bleed
Tangerine on your lips
You always make it sweet
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