Bats - The Bronx

She liked my drugs, I liked her hair

She’s like a god cuz she don’t care

She had to watch her little brother die

What a great disguise

Skies are falling

So you paint your pictures

Well you can paint a 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!

Yeah

The way you make me chase belief

You scream a poem into my ear

So insincere, so insincere

So insincere, cut off my ears

Skies are falling

So you paint your pictures

You can paint a thousand

But it makes no difference

It makes no difference

It makes no difference

Yeah