We scream 666
I'm sick
I'm fucking sick without you

We were kids back then
North Americans
I had you all night
I was king
And happy as I've ever been

Oh, I get sick of my own way
I think of back those days
In my car, your eyes just cried

I got stuck onto Annie
Looking right at me
You said: Jump
I said: How high?

Now I'm a freak
I'm fitting, fitting in
Oh, fit, oh, let me be