Lyric We Take Mystery (to Bed)

Confiscate letters like D.E.B.
No natural course of things for her to expect
Withdraw the feelings You can, you can t
I called your number as you told the world

Something is wrong

There is no longer any normal to me
You re my assassin but you can t see the crime
Pointless possessions of me & you & greed
I looked at you mistaking needles for eyes

Something is wrong