Passionate, through the illuminated night
By alcohol and substances that, synthesized
They mess her up, make her feel good but she's so messed up
That you can't even rescue her anymore, and she's slipping away
She wants to fly, she wants to fly
She looks at him and bites her lip-ip
She thinks that he's an idiot-t
She knows that everyone touches her-er
But she likes how he moves and asks him for tra, tra, tra
She wants a little of your tra, tra, tra
She doesn't notice when she goes, goes, goes
The drug made her float-oat-oat
But she likes how she feels
And she doesn't stop taking poison
And the night corners her in the dark
And she doesn't move anymore, she can't anymore
She has no strength to fight
She looks at him and bites her lip-ip
She thinks that he's an idiot-t
She knows that everyone touches her-er
She wants a little of your tra, tra, tra
She doesn't notice when she goes, goes, goes
The drug made her float-oat-oat
But she likes how he moves and asks him for tra, tra, tra
She wants a little of your tra, tra, tra
She doesn't notice when she goes, goes, goes
The drug made her float-oat-oat