Let memory trip and finally slip Dripping and oozing your sex over my guilt
And I really don't know who to care about And I don't know if I'm in our out
God is dead from hesitation Cannot make love to the ones you have sold yourself to Jesus hates my generation He'd rather go down and around and go down, but he's always in love with the role that he's playing
And I really don't know who to care about And I don't know if I'm in or out Should I torture myself and live in doubt? And I really don't know if I'm in or out...of my head
Sugar sweet suicide drips Find me a lick from your finger tips
Let my soul go down and around and around and go down In control, but where do I find love? Should I torture myself and live in doubt? And I don't know if I'm in or out
Let my soul...It's in my head