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