Bats!

She liked my drugs, I liked her hair

She's like a god 'cause she don't care

She had to watch her little brother die

What a great disguise, skies are falling

So you paint your picture, well, you can paint one thousand

Because it makes no difference, vicariously we crave disease

I don't love you, you wish I did, skies are falling

So you paint your pictures, well, you can paint a thousand

Because it makes no difference, an overdose bleeding out your nose

My heart is lost, baptized in my hate bats

The way you make me chase belief, you scream poem into my ear

So insincere, cut off my ears, skies are falling

So you paint your pictures, you can paint one thousand

It makes no difference