THE HOLY MESS LYRICS

"Spencer Reid"

My little arsonist just set my head on fire
I can't sleep until it burns out
My stomach's burning up like a funeral pyre
Traditions gone for good
I've got a voice in my head that's calling me a liar
Coming clean on a borrowed floor
You found the cure for being sick and tired
Tell me if you would

I'm getting lost in a bad translation!

Show me I mean anything to you
Show me you've got better shit to do
Show me I'm the one disfigured
Light the match caress that trigger
Show me I mean anything to you

My little alchemist, you left me uninspired
That formula's been dead for ages
A book with tattered pages,
Loss of meaning, loss for words
I have this song in my head still calling me a liar
Coming clean to a foreign shore
I have the cure for being sick and tired
Stop me if you could

Still getting lost in that bad translation!

Show me I mean anything to you
Show me you've got better shit to do
Show me I'm the one disfigured
Light the match caress that trigger
Show me I mean anything to you

Thanks to frujujackers for these lyrics

Thanks to bashexplode for correcting these lyrics

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