Whose fault? Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out
I'm livin' in the 21st century, doin' something mean to it Do it better than anybody ya ever seen do it Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it
I think I just fell in love with a porn star Turn the camera on, she a born star Turn the corners in a foreign car Call the coroners, do the CPR She
I shoot the lights out Until it's bright out Oh, just another lonely night Are you willing to sacrifice your life? Bitch, I'm a monster, no-good blood
You might think you've peeked the scene You haven't, the real one's far too mean The watered down one, the one you know Was made up centuries ago It
(1st verse) I Fantasized about this back in Chicago mercy mercy me that mercy yalago thats me the first year that i blow how you say broke in Spanish
[Intro] All of the lights (All of the lights) (Lights, lights) All of the lights (All of the lights) [Chorus 1 - Rihanna] Turn up the lights in here
Ain't no question if I want it, I need it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me I'm on the edge so why you playing? I'm saying I will never ever
And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong You been putting up with my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the
One hand in the air if you don't really care Two hands in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous It's like that
I'm up in the woods I'm down on my mind I'm building a still To slow down the time I'm up in the woods I'm down on my mind I'm building a still To slow
Are we really sure Can a love that lasted for so long still endure? Do I, really care? Hey, hey Let's talk about the distractions goin' on elsewhere
Something kissed my lips Something Something busted my fingertips The north binds battle In the car park And the darkness Somewhere The night is on the
I'd rather be in some dark hollow Where the sun don't ever shine Then to be at home alone knowin' that you're gone Would cause me to lose my mind So
I love it though I love it though You know Put your hands to the constellations They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I'm preachin
Genie let out of the bottle It is now the witching hour Genie let out of the bottle It is now the witching hour Murderers, you're murderers We are not
Down, I am down On the ground, sad and tired I'm down, it's over now Yes I'm down, should I like it? It's deep and dark Deep down in my heart It's deep
I will hang on the hook of your splendor As the night rolls us up in its arms And the square of your thumbs and your fingers Is the blanket of sky that