The viciousness of youth
The meanest streak I ever saw
The harmony of truth
And self-deception in our hearts
We're almost perfect
You're like a death ray
Little kid blofeld
Princess saturday
We're nearly manic
I'm like a mute scream
But I'd never panic
If you'd only take me
I could be your love
And you could be my hope
I could be the hangman
And you could be my rope
We could be divine
A perfect piece of fiction
I could be your drug
And you could be my addiction
Words are left unspoken
As our opposites attract
Both of us are broken
And we both ignore the fact
We're nearly manic
I'm like a mute scream
But I'd never panic
If you'd only take me
I could be your love
And you could be my hope
I could be the hangman
And you could be my rope
We could be divine
A perfect piece of fiction
I could be your drug
And you could be my addiction
