Your nails, fashion red.
Paint a story your eyes never kept.
Don't worry, sweetie,
I'm just killing lately.
You think I'm a killer?
You think these eyes belong to a murderer?
Pass judgement fast,
Cause that's the last look you'll get.
Please take me with you.
In autumn, I won't be here.
So help me, God.
I've walked and searched for eighteen years
And died for nothing.
I've been evil,
Making a mess
Out of this town;
I woke the devil.