Lyric Regrets

I ve got a delicate mind
I ve got a dangerous nature
And my fist collides
With your furniture
I ve got a delicate mind
I ve got a dangerous nature
And my fist collides
With your furniture

I m an electric wire
And I m stuck inside your head

I m a hungry Mohican
I ve got a razor blade smile
So don t come near me
I ve got a singular style
Fifteen senses
Are on my plate
All the things
You love to hate

I m an electric wire
And I m stuck inside your head

Where I go to no one knows
Find me where the cold wind blows
Regrets

Black is red and red is white
In this country I do what I like
Regrets

(That s right that s right..)