there's a fly in my glass
but i keep drinking
i did not ask for this
i keep thinking
alone in the bathroom
can i still trust my eyes?
they keep changing their colour
as a kind of disguise
still music is my favourite type of terror
rarely i am calling it a day
still carrying a gun in quiet error
on monday nights i tend to waste away
will you just get off me
or my jacket
i am dangling between
truth and despair
as of yet i didn't
see anybody watching
so i guess i'm better
off if i just dare
still music is my favourite type of terror
maybe i get bored once in while
if you come to ask i will endeavour
to sit down on one of your marble tiles