I've Made Love To My Mother, Killed

I've Become Completely Well Adjusted To Being A Cult Figure.

I Can't Tell The Difference Between Wrong And Right, Are You Laughing At Me?

Over What Guilty Spirit To Not Hear The Beating, To Not Hear The Beating, But Only Tears Of Perfect Moan, Only Tears Of Perfect Moan.

Perfect Night Has That Magic And It Has The Raw Energy That Grabs You By The Throat.

Caroline Says As She Gets Up From The Floor, You Can Hit Me All You Want To, But I Don't Love You Anymore.