S I X Lyrics

You remind me of the psycho killer

You remind me of the crazy bitch I need in my life

Motherfucker you're my inspiration

This is the model they don't make with an artificial vice

Young and dumb with no expiration

We sleep the day and walk the night when we're down we get high

This isn't death it's only preparation

Her dress was black her lips were red and only god knew of her eyes

Face in the mirror

hand on the gun

I held a place for us inside of the sun

Crowd screams joy

Face yells gloom

I had a place for us inside of the moon

It goes one two three four

You're not the typical American whore

Five six six six

You are my drug and I'm in need of a fix

I met her gaze she met my gaze

I think I met my match

Games we play

The blood we spill

Moon was full sky of bats

Give me your hand she said red nails like a blade

Of a sacrificial lamb

She could see I wasn't phased

I found the one where I've been searching

Feelings coming abroad

Nausea is creeping up it's time to show her your flawed

Face in the mirror

Hand on the gun

I held a place for us inside of the sun

Crowd screams joy

Face yells gloom

I had a place for us inside of the moon

It goes one two three four

You're not the typical American whore

Five six six six

You are my drug and I'm in need of a fix