Junkie

Will my love save me
Will my hate kill me
Could this really be me
Oh, Yeah!
Will my knife bless me
Will my cancer thrill me
Could this really be me
Oh, Yeah!
Probably I look like a junkie
Although my mum calls me tankie
I’m only seventeen but I know my future days
Feeling deadly kiss on my face
I’m Junkie
Will my love …
When my dead soul struggles to stay
I hunt a neon Christ, that’s fuckin' O.K.
Do you know my love
Do you feel my love is gone
I can see the truth, I walk alone
I’m Junkie
Vistula mud is now my lover
Vistula mud is now my cover
Vistula mud is now my Eden
Vistula mud is now to me given
Probably I look like a junkie …
When my dead soul …
Will my love …
I’m Junkie