S.T.G - Motorpsycho

It's just an itch beneath the skin I can't get it out or seal it in I can't dislodge the need to scratch it Screaming from it's root It's an echo inside my head

It wouldn't work,it's getting stronger Can't be controlled any longer Theres only guilt, there is no feeling of beauty left What was so free is getting locked u

This life.. Unfulfilled for so many The reflection of automobiles Like the slowly expanding mercury of a thermometer Crossed sideways from the tinted sunglasses

She wore her hair like a rock n roll star With that wounded bird look in her eyes Just another femme fatale on the prowl The perfect jaded grin Vacant eyes with