They really kill me
Shooting the town up with cameras
And flash their lashes, alkaline
These are the sky-high vicious things
Razor smiles and gutted eyes won't dry
They're killer times we're in
Alkaline, collide, low high
And alkaline, low high, low high
Shoot me gently
Low high, cheap and divine
And order must die
Shoot me gently
Low high, nostalgia must die
Shoot me gently
Alkaline, low high
Taking the tiles on killer shoes
Lip stack deep and inky blacks and blues
In cheap tattoos, they kill me
And velvet smoked and silver-lined
The way they drive, they might have died
That's fine, they're nothing to me
Alkaline, collide, low high
Alkaline, low high, low high
Shoot me gently
Low high, cheap and divine
Order must die
Shoot me gently
Low high, nostalgia must die
Shoot me gently, alkaline
Low high, order must die
Nostalgia must die
Shoot me gently
Low high, low high
Alkaline, collide, collide
Low high
They're way too small, their eyes won't dry
Strips the taste of alkaline
It's way too easy to be product
So
Shoot me gently
Shoot me gently
Low high, cheap and divine
And order must die
Shoot me gently
Low high, nostalgia must die
Shoot me gently, alkaline
Low high, order must die
Nostalgia must die
Shoot me gently
Low high, low high
Alkaline, collide, collide, low high
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