Buffalo 666

Despite what you think, I can offer you nothing. I'm sea sick and strung out and tired of adjusting. Hands on the dashboard where I can see them. Let me think. I'm all backed up. Just let me think. If you would be my bride, the smoke and mirrors of blissful lies will throw the hounds off the scent. Learn the lines. It's all I'm asking. We steal what we need, and the rest, we call love. Take back the night. Drop the captures and run for your life. It's not what it seems. Stockholm syndrome's just excessive grief. If you leave me, I'm coming with you. I promise you that. Get out while you're still God's child. We are deer in the headlights. Motionless 'til we're ripped to shreds. Stop following me around. Learn to lie. That's all I'm asking. We steal what we need, and the rest, we call love. Take back the night. Drop the captures and run for your life. It's not what it seems. Stockholm syndrome's just excessive grief. If you leave me, I'm coming with you. I promise you that. Get out while you're still God's child. Hands on the dashboard where I can see them. Don't look up. The cheap thrill of our impending doom's all I have.