Kyss mig farväl en gång till.

Gold sprinkled streets under my feet,
walls trapping me in where ever I go,
it's not 24 karat, it's cheap spray paint.

The plaque reads Center for Mental Disease,
behind this five foot wall lives the future,
where all your dreams will come true.

Come and rescue me,
come and rescue me,
pull my long blonde hair,
make me wake up.

Revolving globes of green,
canisters of illness and suffering,
emergency signal.

Next to the mall,
the big great wall,
does it matter on which side?

Come and rescue me,
come and rescue me,
put another pill in me,
make me believe.

Come and rescue me,
come and rescue me,
fuck me gently,
make me come.

Och efter det här lilla avbrottet, ska nu jag rita.